gone off the deep end. I can’t tell whether she’s excited or terrified of becoming a grandmother.”
I nodded too quickly. There were tiny moments, like this, when the grief came on strong out of nowhere. It was sneaky, and tricky, and you couldn’t see it coming until it was already there. It came with the mundane, simple tasks: My mother would never be hanging pink streamers at my shower. I would never lean over to someone and conspiratorially whisper, My mother is crazy. She would never become a grandmother.
Laura sucked in a quick breath, rubbing her upper stomach as if working out a kink. “Let me get you some punch.”
“No, thanks. Just put me to work.”
“Okay. Um, Katie?” she called over her shoulder. “What can Nic do?”
I let Katie sweep me up in the details. Hanging a sign, setting up the games, placing the cupcakes just so on the folding tables. Her eyes kept drifting to the board the cops had used in the corner—Annaleise’s picture was still pinned to the wall, along with a white grid sheet sectioning off the woods, each box with an assigned letter. Bricks and Officer Fraize had met us all here and organized us into groups. I had been on Team C, which searched the Carter property, stretching to the river. Daniel got A, which was Piper (including the abandoned house—nothing there, he’d told us after), McElray, and us. Tyler was in E, which was nowhere near the Carter place—he had the neighborhoods and property behind the elementary school. And don’t think we didn’t notice.
I took it upon myself to pull everything off the wall, storing it all facedown under the table.
“Thank you,” Katie said. “I felt bad taking them down, but who wants to look at that during a baby shower?” She shook her head. She had hair like her sister’s, long and fine, but hers was loaded with material that made it poof up near the top. Katie was twice divorced already, but I saw a ring on her finger.
“Congratulations,” I said.
“Third time’s the charm,” she said in a singsongy voice. “What about you? I hear you’re engaged to some hotshot lawyer up north?”
I felt the burn of her gaze on my empty finger. “Yes. The ring’s getting cleaned, though.”
“If you ever need wedding advice, you know who to ask.” She laughed to herself.
“Thanks, Katie.”
An hour later and the place looked like a tribute to cotton candy as the guests began to arrive. “Oh!” Katie said. “The present table.” She thrust a few wrapped boxes on top of the table in the corner, with pink-and-green-wrapped mints scattered around.
“I left my present in the rec room,” I said. The rec room was through the kitchen, attached to the bathrooms, and I heard the toilet flush just as I grabbed my gift bag. I closed my eyes and reached inside to feel it one last time.
I’d gone to Babies “R” Us with the intention of finding the perfect gift, but I’d been completely overwhelmed by the enormity of the place. Aisles upon aisles—an entire industry devoted to the production and growth of tiny humans—and I had absolutely no idea where to start. And I didn’t know what Daniel and Laura wanted or needed. I checked the kiosk near the door for their registry, but they didn’t seem to have one. So I bought a tiny outfit—a tiny pink gingham dress with a tiny pink hat and tiny pink socks. Later, I asked one of the teachers at work what her favorite baby gift had been. “A breast pump,” she’d said. “Oh, and don’t get clothes.”
That night, as I was boxing up my things for storage, I opened the one bin I’d taken from home. My mother’s things, just sitting there, boxed away. Things I’d rifle through and never use. Things I took with me after all. I’d left them inside a gray plastic bin the whole time, too scared that I’d ruin them or that someone would break into my crappy apartment and take them.
And now I realized I’d forgotten a card. Son of a bitch.
Laura came out of the restroom, head tilted to the side, her hair falling over both shoulders. “For me?” she asked.
“I forgot a card,” I said.
“Oh, that’s okay.” She went to take the bag from me, but I couldn’t do it—couldn’t lose it in the sea of gifts on the table. She moved her hands to my arms. “Can I open it now?”
I nodded, and she smiled. I held