She's Not There by P.J. Parrish

Author:P.J. Parrish [Parrish, P.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2015-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

BENJAMIN ROSS BLOODWORTH

Beloved Son and Brother

US Marine Corps

Killed in Action Afghanistan

2011

Something inside her broke, and she dropped to her knees, her mind whispering no, no, no . . . no.

The pain doubled her over, and she sat on the hard ground and cried. When it finally stopped, she felt nothing but a raw emptiness. What was she crying for?

That I came all this way and all I found were headstones? That I’m home but all I can feel is the need to get away again? That I still don’t know who I really am?

With a hard draw of cold air into her lungs, she opened her eyes. Her glasses were fogged and everything was soft gray—the sky, the ground, the headstones. Her fury was gone and something new and strange had moved in, something she had felt once before. She had felt it the day she had left this place to go to New York—that she had a chance. Not just to break free but to fly.

She took off her glasses and wiped them with her sweater. She stood up, put the glasses back on, and blinked everything back into focus. Her eyes returned to the headstone for Avis Nadine Martin. A new voice came to her, a woman’s voice but not her mother’s. This one was gravelly from cigarettes. Then her grandmother’s face came into focus. It was Avis but it wasn’t. Because she and Ben had always called her by her nickname, “The Bird.”

A tiny little woman, with a cap of unruly white hair and darting green eyes. She wore a black Persian lamb coat that always had a gaudy pin on the lapel. She smelled of Tabu perfume.

Amelia stepped closer and peered at the name again.

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