Girl of Lies (Rachel's Peril) by Charles Sheehan-Miles

Author:Charles Sheehan-Miles [Sheehan-Miles, Charles]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780989868860
Amazon: 0989868869
Publisher: Cincinnatus Press
Published: 2013-12-17T00:00:00+00:00

1. Sarah. April 30. 8:54 am

“YOU'RE GOING TO be fine,” Sarah said. “And Carrie would be here too, if she could.”

Andrea shrugged. “I know I’ll be fine… it’s just… I don’t know how to explain it…”

Sarah reached up to put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re afraid. Not because of the donor match, but…”

Andrea nodded. “Look at us. You’re practically a midget compared to me. We don’t look at all alike.”

“You look a lot like Mom. At least your eyes.”

“Right. But who is my father?”

Sarah thought: probably not that son of a bitch Richard Thompson (her father, she was sure), who was so busy preparing for his confirmation hearings that he couldn’t be bothered with his sixteen-year-old daughter. That was for sure.

But if her father wasn’t Andrea’s father—what did that mean? How did it happen? And Andrea and Carrie looked like twins. None of it made any sense at all! She tried to remind herself that, first of all, it had only been two days now since Andrea came home. Not even two full days. If it hadn’t been urgent for Rachel’s sake, Sarah would have thrown a fit. Andrea needed more time. But according to Rachel’s doctors, the longer they went before a bone marrow transplant, the more transfusions she would need, and the more damage her body would sustain.

Andrea shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. Even if he is my father, he isn’t.”

Sarah winced.

Andrea looked her in the eye. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Sarah’s mouth curled up in a half grimace. “I can’t.”

“Can we take this inside?” asked one of the Diplomatic Security agents. Terry Segal, his name was. Mid-to-late twenties and buff. Andrea had the feeling he was armed to the teeth, and that was kind of hot. On the other hand, every time he gave her his toothy grin, she noticed the bottom row of his teeth were stained badly. Chewing tobacco, she suspected, which was quite possibly the grossest thing in the world.

“Sure,” Sarah said. She took Andrea’s arm and they began walking in step toward the clinic. The Children’s National Medical Center was an ultramodern glass structure with windows jutting out at odd angles, trees and grass surrounding a lake. It all seemed silent, pristine, calm and professional. It all seemed designed to calm. It all seemed incredibly fake.

“Where exactly is Carrie?” Andrea asked just before they reached the entry doors.

Sarah shook her head. “She said she had an appointment. Her nanny’s coming at ten. I think she said she’d be back early afternoon.”

Alexandra had stayed at the condo. That morning she had mumbled a barely coherent apology to Carrie. Predictably, Carrie forgave her on the spot and hugged her.

Sarah had her doubts. Because no one was that good and strong. No one kept their shit together under that much pressure. No one was that kind. But being the caretaker was Carrie’s identity, and she wasn’t going to give that up for anything. Sarah thought one day Carrie would explode from her own self-imposed sainthood.

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