Master of Salt & Bones - Keri Lake Page 0,170

before she said anything, because I knew lives were going to be ruined by this. Ruined.” Exhaling a breath, she pauses for a moment, rubbing her hands together, before she reaches for her pack of cigarettes again. “Once it was confirmed, she decided to tell him. By then, I think she could’ve gone either way with the pregnancy. Kept it. Got rid of it. She didn’t really have a plan.” The way she recites, it’s hard to believe she’s talking about me, as detached as it sounds. “But she knew she wanted to talk to him. And when she did, he became furious. He called her a whore, and told her it could’ve been anyone’s baby. And then he threatened her. He said, if she didn’t destroy it, then he’d just have to do it himself.” More tears gather in her eyes, as she taps the cigarette against the table, and at the sight of her, tears gather in my eyes, too. “Doesn’t take a detective to read between the lines. But your mom … your mom was fire and brass balls, and she refused to destroy you. She was scared, though. Scared for you, and scared for herself, so she left the island. And she quickly found out how hard it is to be a single mother. By God, she tried, though. For a long time, she busted her ass to make a life for the two of you. But life never cut her a break, no matter how much she worked.”

I trail my gaze over the walls to keep from having to look at her. To keep from showing the tears in my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She didn’t want me to. She thought it was better this way. Better for you, anyway. She, on the other hand? Didn’t fare so well.” Her voice cracks at the end, and it begins to make sense to me why Aunt Midge has always been so adamant, so uncompromising, when it comes to my mother.

“Who is he?”

Hand still trembling, she sets the cigarette to her lips, cheeks caving with a long drag, and she shakes her head. “I made a promise, Isa. She made me swear never to tell you.”

“Please. I have to know.”

Still shaking her head, she lowers her gaze from mine.

“You’ve kept every promise to her, Aunt Midge. Every single one. What does it matter now? She’s dead!”

“It matters now, more than ever.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

Silence hangs on the air between us, my impatience growing stronger with each ticking second.

“Why would she bring me back here? Don’t you think that’s a little stupid of her?”

“She didn’t have a choice. Believe me, she wouldn’t have.”

“So, why did she, if it’s so dangerous?”

Brows pinching together, she looks up at me as if she can’t believe I’d ask such a thing. “You honestly don’t remember anything?”

“About what?”

Breathing a sigh, she shakes her head. “You’re asking me to open too many cans at once, Isa.”

“And you’re still holding all the worms. Give me something. Anything. I’ve spent my whole life believing my mother was a piece-of-shit junkie, and you’re trying to tell me she’s not. I need to know what made her come back here. What made her risk bringing me back to the man who wanted to destroy me.”

“Does Uncle George ring a bell?”

No sooner do the words pass her lips than they unlock thoughts inside my head, images, like a skeleton key.

A child holding a glowing heart. Darkness all around. The child’s face practically glowing. It’s sad eyes. Gentle hands. A red heart. Deep breaths. Red. Everywhere.

My mind falls into a trance, pulling me into the memory. “I called him Uncle George. He was … Aunt Tessa’s husband.”

“She wasn’t really your aunt. She watched you when your ma had to work, or when she went out. An older woman who lived in the neighborhood. Your mom trusted her.”

“I woke up in the middle of the night. Somebody was whispering in my ear. I saw a picture of a child on the wall … holding a glowing heart.” The memories arrive faster, more vivid, and I shake my head. “No, not a child. It’s a man. Jesus, maybe?”

“Yes, Jesus’s Sacred Heart. Your mother told me she was very religious. Keep going.”

“He told me … to relax. That my mom wasn’t coming to pick me up. That it was just me and Uncle George hanging out.” A coldness fills my chest, the crystal branches of fear crawling out from somewhere deep inside

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