Sanders 01 - Silent Run by Freethy Barbara

Author:Freethy, Barbara [Freethy, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781101212363
Publisher: Onyx
Published: 2008-03-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

“I was here when I was a little girl. My name was Jessica then.” Sarah swallowed hard at the realization. She waited for her memories to come flooding back now that she knew her name, her past, but where was the rest? “That’s all I know,” she said in amazement. “Why don’t I remember everything?"

Jake’s eyes filled with disappointment and frustration, and he bit down on his bottom lip, probably to stop himself from swearing at her. She didn’t blame him for his anger. She wanted her memory back now.

“Okay. You said you were here. Why?” he asked.

“I stayed here in between foster homes. Mrs. Murphy was taking me to another house, and I didn’t want to go, but she said I’d be safe and that if I ever had a problem I could come to her. I felt like I cared a lot about her."

“Maybe you did come to her. Maybe you came here when you ran away from me."

“Do you think so? My memory was from so long ago. I was a child."

Jake looked back the house. “We need to get inside."

“We can’t break into her house."

“Someone did,” he said, tipping his head toward the broken window.

“It was probably just a baseball or something."

“Maybe there’s a back door. Or a hiding place for a key.” He put his hands on his hips as he stepped back and surveyed the porch.

Her heart skipped a beat. “What did you say?"

“A hiding place for a key,” he repeated.

She swallowed hard, something tugging at her memory. “Third flowerpot on the right,” she said.

Jake moved down the steps and glanced at the flowerpots lined up along the front path.

“In the dirt,” she said, “not underneath the pot."

He dug his hands into the dirt and pulled out a key. “Good job, Sarah."

“I don’t know how I knew that."

“Doesn’t matter. We’re going in."

“It still feels wrong. This is someone else’s home, and maybe someone I haven’t seen since I was a child."

“She told you where you could always find a key. I don’t think she’ll get angry if you’re here."

Jake slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Sarah felt another wave of fear wash over her. Was her uneasiness coming from the past or the sense that something was wrong with this little house and the broken window?

She stepped into the living room and paused, staring around at the comfortable furnishings. There was a big brown leather chair in the corner with a rumpled afghan on the seat, just like the chair in her memory. She wandered over to the fireplace mantel. There were dozens of photographs, all children. Her gaze caught on one in particular, three girls, one blonde, one redhead, one brunette. They were sitting on a merry-go-round at a park. Across the bottom of the photo were scrawled two words: My girls.

Her heart stopped and she picked up the photo and pressed it to her heart. She knew those girls -- what were their names? “Catherine and Teresa,” she said, looking at the picture again.

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