Janine set her purse down on the table. “I stayed a little while at the parking lot,” she lied, glancing at Joe. He looked tired. His dark hair was askew, and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
“Any news?” Her father walked toward her and gave her shoulder the slightest of squeezes, his awkward way of comforting her, or, she supposed, the kindest gesture he could manage while being furious at her. And he was furious. All three of them were. That she knew for certain. The air of the kitchen was filled with blame.
“Nothing,” she said, taking a seat at the table. She looked again at Joe. “You haven’t heard anything, either?”
He shook his head.
“Joe said the woman Sophie was riding with was very young and irresponsible,” her mother said. “Why you would ever let her go away with someone like that, I just don’t know.”
“She’s not irresponsible, Mom,” she said, annoyed with Joe. “Just young. Plus there was another leader with them.” If only Gloria had been the one to drive her home.
“Why did you send her to camp?” her mother asked. “Didn’t I tell you she’s just too young? Even a healthy eight-year-old has no business going two hours away for an overnight in the woods.”
“Mom,” Joe said. “What’s done is done. It’s not going to help to go over that argument again.”
Janine was surprised and gratified by his sudden support.
“I just…” Her mother shook her head. “I’m just appalled, that’s all.” She sat down at the table again, facing away from Janine as though she couldn’t bear to look at her. “Has anybody thought that maybe Lucas Trowell has something to do with this?” she asked the men, who leaned against the counter on opposite sides of the refrigerator, like bookends. “You know how he’s always got his eye on Sophie. They should go see if he’s up in his tree house or if he’s somehow gotten hold of Sophie and the other little girl.” She turned to Janine. “Did you mention to him that she was going to Girl Scout camp this weekend?” she asked. “I hate how you’re always talking to him.”
“Lucas had nothing to do with this,” Janine said.
“How can you know that?” her mother asked. “He’s just the sort you’d suspect of something like this. You know how you always hear about those men after the fact. They were quiet. A little odd. Kept to themselves. That fits Lucas to a tee. The only time you see a glimmer in his eye is when you mention Sophie to him.”
Janine didn’t bother to respond. She had seen a glimmer in Lucas’s eyes any number of times.
“I asked the police to go by the tree house and make sure Lucas was there,” Joe said.
So, it had been Joe who’d instigated the visit from the police. He certainly knew how to win her parents’ favor.
Joe took his cell phone from his back pocket. “I’ll give them a call to make sure they did,” he said.
“The police already interviewed him,” she said, surprising herself with the admission, and the three of them turned to look at her.
“How do you know?” Joe said.
She drew in a long breath and folded her hands on the table in front of her. “Because I was just there,” she said. “At his tree house. The police were there hours ago.”
“You went to his house alone?” her mother asked. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Why did you go there, hon?” her father asked. “Did you think you’d find Sophie there?”
“No, Dad, I never suspected Lucas. I just stopped by to tell him what happened.”
“Why?” Her mother’s blue eyes were wild with disbelief. “What possible business is it of his?”
“It was foolish to go there alone, Janine,” her father said. “What if—”
“Please stop!” Janine rose to her feet, sending her chair thumping against the wall. “Please stop all this crazy paranoid talk about Lucas.”
They stared at her.
“He had nothing to do with this whole mess,” she said. “He cares about Sophie.”
“He has you fooled,” her mother said. “Don’t you see—”
“No, I don’t see any such thing.” Janine walked around the table toward the door. She considered escape, but turned instead and leaned against the door frame, her arms folded across her chest. “I may have made some mistakes in my life,” she said, “but my judgment is not so screwed up that I couldn’t tell if Lucas was the type to hurt Sophie. I would never put Sophie in danger.”
Her mother let out a cynical laugh. “Do you hear yourself, Janine?” she asked. “You have put Sophie in danger. Repeatedly. What do you call this weekend away? What do you call putting Sophie in a harebrained study to use herbs to cure—” she used her hands to put quotes around the word cure “—end stage kidney disease? You’ve gone out of your way to put Sophie in danger.”
“Mom,” Joe said. “Maybe that’s going too far.”
Maybe? Janine’s eyes burned from the assault.
“It’s insane that you stopped doing her nightly dialysis.” Her mother wasn’t quite finished.
“She doesn’t need it every night anymore,” Janine said.
“Your mother might be exaggerating a bit,” her father said, in his even, controlled voice, “but we do need to talk about this. About what’s been going on the past few months.”
“What do you mean?” She tightened her arms across her chest. How much did they know?
“We’ve been talking with Joe about what to do when Sophie gets back,” her father continued. He was tall and gangly and always looked like a little kid whose body had grown too quickly for him to handle with grace. “We really think Joe should have custody of her,” he said. “I mean, you could still have her live with you much of the time, the way you do now, but when it comes to making the medical decisions and…decisions like this one, about the Scout camp and all, we think Joe should be the one to make them.” Her father’s calm disappointment in her cut even deeper than her mother’s shrill accusations.
Joe moved next to her, touching her hand where it gripped her elbow.
“Let’s not talk about it now,” he said to her parents. “Don’t even think about it tonight, Janine. Right now, let’s just focus on getting Sophie back.”
He was the voice of reason, and his kindness seemed genuine, but she knew better than to trust him. Behind her back, he was conspiring with her parents. She took a step away from him to pick up her purse from the table. “I’m going to the cottage,” she said, heading for the door.
“What?” her mother said. “We need to stay right here until we hear some news.”
“I can be reached just as easily in the cottage,” she said.
Joe rested his hand on her shoulder. “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked.
She shook her head without looking at him, then walked through the mudroom and out to the driveway.
Walking through the darkness toward her cottage, she bristled from the encounter with her family, and she was glad Joe hadn’t tried to follow her. Having Joe with her was the last thing she wanted. She didn’t need to hear any more about his plans to assume custody of Sophie. She didn’t need any more blame. It had been this way her entire adult