Coming Home For Christmas. RaeAnne Thayne

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       Chapter Two

      She didn’t take an hour to pack. She already had most of her travel things ready, preparing for the trip she had planned to take in a few days to Haven Point.

      By now, she had a routine whenever she returned to the area. She stayed in the nearby community of Shelter Springs at the same hotel every time, an inexpensive, impersonal chain affair just off the highway to Boise.

      The hotel was on the bus route to Haven Point, which made it easier for her to get to the neighboring town. She ate the continental breakfast offered by the hotel early enough to avoid most business travelers and either made her own lunch in her hotel room with cold cuts or cups of soup or chose the same busy fast-food restaurants where no one would pay any attention to her.

      When her visit was done, she loaded up her bag, caught the shuttle back to the airport and flew home.

      Alone, as always.

      The system was elaborate and clunky, designed specifically so that she did not run the risk of bumping into someone who might have known her back then.

      She probably stressed unnecessarily. Who would recognize her? She wasn’t the same person. She did not look the same and certainly did not feel the same. All that she had survived had changed her in fundamental ways.

      She carefully packed her medicine and the collapsible cane she hated but sometimes needed, then grabbed chargers for her electronic devices, the things she always tended to leave behind.

      After one last check of the packing list she kept on her phone for her frequent trips, she zipped the suitcase, then sat on the edge of the bed.

      While she had something to do, her attention focused on preparing to leave, she could shove down the wild turmoil of her emotions at seeing her husband again. Now that her bag was packed, she felt them pressing in on her again, a mixture of apprehension and fear blended with an undeniable relief.

      He couldn’t possibly believe her but she had planned to tell him her identity when she returned to Haven Point next week. It was time to come forward. Beyond time. She could no longer hide from the past.

      She sat for several moments longer, breathing in and breathing out, trying to find whatever small measure of peace she could in this creaky, quirky old house. Finally, she released one more heavy breath, then rose unsteadily from the bed, extended the handle on her rolling suitcase and walked out the door of her apartment, locking it behind her.

      She wasn’t at all surprised to find Rosa and Melissa waiting for her in the small furnished landing outside of her apartment. Melissa’s daughter, Skye, and Rosa’s dog, Fiona, a beautiful Irish setter, waited, too. Her own little makeshift family.

      “Are you sure about this?” Melissa asked, her tone as worried as her expression. “I have to tell you, I don’t think you should just take off with some man we’ve never seen before—someone who just shows up out of the blue and expects you to drop everything and leave town with him.”

      She wasn’t surprised at their objections. For some reason, Melissa and Rosa thought it was their job to take care of her, whether that was helping her with her laundry, giving her rides to the grocery store or taking her to doctor appointments.

      She had found no small degree of comfort from their concern, but she needed to stand on her own.

      “I have to. Please don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

      “Will you be back for Christmas?” Skye asked, worry knitting lines across the girl’s forehead.

      Her heart ached but she managed to muster a smile for the girl. “I should only be gone a few days. Maybe a week.”

      “You promised you would help me put out carrots for the reindeer on Christmas Eve.”

      “I won’t forget, sweetheart.”

      She had done her best to steel her emotions against Skye, to protect herself from the hurt of seeing this girl growing up happy and strong under her mother’s loving care.

      Her own daughter was only a few years older than Skye. For the past seven years, Cassie and her brother had been without their mother. Elizabeth knew she couldn’t make it right, all the hurt she had caused by her disastrous decisions, but she could at least give Luke and their children a little closure.

      “I’ll be back before you know it,” she told them all.

      “Are you very sure?” Rosa asked one last time.

      When she nodded, her friend sighed but took the handle of the suitcase and headed for the stairs to the ground floor.

      When they all reached the entryway, Elizabeth felt tongue-tied with all she wanted to say. She didn’t have time for any explanations. Luke would be waiting.

      She hugged her friends and saved her biggest hug for Skye. “You watch over my garden for me, will you?”

      “You bet,” Skye said. “And Fiona will help.”

      “I know. She’s a great dog.”

      She petted the dog’s head, filled with intense longing for slow summer evenings when she could sit on a bench in the garden with Fiona curled up at her feet while the ocean murmured its endless song.

      Finally, she couldn’t put it off any longer. It was time to face her husband.

      She straightened, gripped the handle of her suitcase and walked out to the wide wraparound porch.

      He was waiting for her. No surprise there. Her husband was a man of his word. When Luke said he would be somewhere in an hour, he meant an hour.

      She thought she saw that flare of awareness in his eyes again, but he quickly blinked it away before she could be sure. His mouth tightened. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to come in and drag you out.”

      She didn’t bother with a response. For all his hard talk, she knew he wouldn’t go СКАЧАТЬ