The Secrets of Lake Road - Karen Katchur Page 0,37
his eyes back to the water, his arm secured around one of the girl’s waists. The other sister latched onto Chris. Caroline stood on the opposite side of him, her arm brushing up against his. He smelled like dirt and sweat and sweetness all at once, making her legs weak.
A crowd formed on the beach. She thought she saw her father. He was taller than most of the other men. Yes, she was sure it was him. His right shoulder sagged whenever he stood for long periods of time. And like everybody else, he stared at the scene on the lake.
She spied her mother at the water’s edge, far from the crowd. Her mother’s long wavy hair blew in the breeze. Another woman stood next to her. She believed the woman to be Sara’s mother. She couldn’t be sure. She wondered where Sara’s father might be.
Megan, Adam, the twins, and Jeff walked into the parking lot. They headed in Caroline’s direction. Caroline took a small step away from Chris before Megan and the others reached the dock and joined them. The last thing she wanted was for Megan to suspect she liked him.
“Did I miss anything?” Megan asked.
Caroline shook her head.
A woman approached their little group on the dock. It wasn’t until she was close that Caroline recognized her as Chris’s mother. Caroline knew who she was but never had any reason to talk with her. Besides, there was something unapproachable about her that made Caroline shy away. It had something to do with the expression on her face, hard and edgy, but sad, too.
The sheriff’s vehicle drove into the lot followed by one of his deputies. They got out of their cars and gestured toward the lake. Someone on the beach shouted, “They got something! They’re bringing it up!”
Caroline’s breathing came in short spurts. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling: fear, curiosity, dread, or some combination of all three. Dried sweat clung to her skin. Goosebumps broke out across her arms and legs. She held her mitt close to her chest as the grappling hooks emerged from the water.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jo crossed her arms against the cool breeze coming off the water. The wet sand stuck to her feet and flip-flops. The mosquitoes buzzed around her ears. Now that she was standing next to Sara’s mother, she didn’t know what to say. So rather than say anything, she stood in silent support. Somehow it was enough.
When the grappling hooks submerged a second time, the scene on the lake became quiet.
“He had to go to work,” Sara’s mother, Patricia, said of her husband. “I know how that sounds. Just horrible. Doesn’t it?” She shook her head. “Just dreadful.”
Jo didn’t respond, but it did sound awful. What kind of man left his wife at a time like this, knowing his little girl had drowned, that her body was still out there?
Patricia continued. “He’s always working. Seventy, eighty hours a week. He doesn’t understand what a monster he’s being. He doesn’t. He didn’t even know his little girl. He didn’t know how she painted with watercolors for hours. Or how her face lit up whenever she heard the words ice cream. Or how, when she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tight, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.”
Jo reached for Patricia’s hand and held it. Neither one allowed their gaze to stray from the lake. A few seconds passed in silence.
“It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. It was supposed to be the best vacation Sara and I had ever had. It was supposed to be fun for the two of us. But I turned my back on her. I never should’ve turned my back. It was that damn umbrella. That stupid, broken umbrella. I wasn’t paying attention,” she said. “I should’ve been paying attention. It happened so quickly.”
Jo nodded but was unable to speak, to offer comforting words. What could she say? What could anyone say? She understood better than anyone about guilt. Regret. If she could go back in time, she’d fix things with Billy. She’d say she was sorry. She had never meant to hurt him.
But you couldn’t go back no matter how many times you replayed in your mind the event that brought you to this point, the things you should’ve, could’ve, and would’ve done rather than what you did do. Jo knew that Patricia would rewind those minutes of that day over and over for the rest of her life,