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  “I do!” I say firmly. “I really, really do. So please, take your wild paranormal theories and go explain them to the federal investigators. I'm sure they'll be fascinated to hear what you think happened. Should be real good for your career to act like a complete lunatic.”

  “You won't back me up?”

  “I can't,” I tell him. “I'm sorry. I hope you understand.”

  He stares at me, and I can tell that he finally understands my position.

  “Perhaps you need time,” he says cautiously, clearly disappointed. “A few days, a week or so, and then -”

  I shake my head.

  “Mrs. Gray, please, we're on the verge of -”

  “I'm sorry,” I continue, “but this isn't something Addie and I want to be a part of. We're out of it now, and we want to focus on rebuilding our lives.”

  He pauses, as if he's trying to think of some way to change my mind.

  “I know what I say,” he says finally, “and even if you're not willing to...” His voice trails off for a moment, before he takes a step back. “I should get back to my room. I have a lot to write down, and I need to see if I can find a way to fill in the gaps.” He watches me for a moment, as if he's still trying to think of a way to convince me, and then he turns and limps over to the doorway. At the last moment, however, he stops and turns back to me. “Oh, and by the way, I spoke to a few of Officer Murphy's colleagues over at the jail earlier. Did you hear about Jesophat O'Reilly?”

  “What about him?”

  “He passed last night,” he replies. “Right around the time we were in the barn. Apparently the last thing he said was that he could see Serriah standing next to his bed. According to the orderly who checked on him, there were still fresh tears running from his eyes for a good couple of minutes after his heart stopped. How about that, huh? Seems like a hell of a coincidence.”

  With that, he turns and shuffles out of the room, leaving me alone and in pain. Looking up at the drip next to my bed, I can't help wishing that they could give me a little more morphine, but I guess I need to stay alert for when Addie gets back from her X-ray. I also need to stay on my guard in case anyone tries to interrogate her about the events of the past few weeks, because they might try to trick her into implicating herself.

  I'm her mother, and I need to protect her.

  We're fine now. Brabham can do and say what he wants, but Addie and I are out of that mess.

  In fact, I think I can hear her now. Someone's wheeling a trolley along the corridor, and I can hear a familiar voice chattering away to one of the nurses. Any minute now, Addie'll come through that door and we can start planning what we're going to do when we get home. I'm sure there'll be a lot of questions to answer, and a lot to arrange, but I'm already starting to think that we should sell the house and start again somewhere new, somewhere far away from all the bad memories. I suggested to Addie earlier, and she agreed, that we need to focus on looking ahead, not looking back.

  Turning, I watch the open doorway. The trolley sounds closer and closer out there. Any moment it'll appear and I'll see Addie's smiling face again.

  Any moment now.

  She'll be back any moment.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  “This is a nice house,” Diane says approvingly, wandering back through from the hallway. “Very nice. Much better than that last place. I'm so glad you and Addie decided to move.”

  “There were a few too many bad memories in the old house,” I point out, as I toss some more leaves into the salad bowl. “I figured it'd be healthier for us to move on.”

  “It kinda turned into the murder house for a while,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I can't believe the realtor managed to sell it. I mean, who'd want to live in a place where the previous owner and a cop were both murdered? Then again, I suppose there are some disgusting, low-life people who might get a kick out of something so sick. In fact, come to think of it, I suppose it'd provide something of a chill, something to keep you on your toes. It's almost sexy in a way.” She takes a stick of celery and bites the tip, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. “Did they ever catch whoever did all of that?”

  I shake my head, hoping to skip that part of the conversation entirely. We've just returned from the one-year memorial service for Rob, and the day was even more stressful than I'd expected.

  Hearing laughter outside, I look over at the back door just in time to see Addie and Suzie running past. I can't help smiling. So long as she's managing okay, I know I'll be fine.

  “Thank God those two are pals again, huh?” Diane continues. “Suzie was so sad when they couldn't hang out, and I think she's pretty much over the shock of that whole biting thing.” She pauses for a moment. “Addie is better, isn't she? She's not still being weird?”

  “She's back to normal,” I reply, as my smile grows. “She's just as carefree and happy and loving as she was before the coma.”

  “But what about all that -”

  “She hasn't said another word about it,” I add, interrupting her. “It's over.”

  “So quickly?” She pauses. “Are you sure she isn't just -”

  “There's no need to talk about it,” I continue. “Please, she might overhear and then... It's in the past.”

  “I guess seeing a child psychologist really worked, huh?”

  “Something like that,” I reply. Again, skipping the details seems like a good idea. If Diane wants to believe that Addie has been seeing a therapist over the past year, that's fine by me. Anything to stop the relentless flow of questions. Maybe one day I'll be able to explain everything, but now I'm just trying to focus on what's right in front of me. All that matters is keeping Addie safe.

  “Suzie!” Diane calls out suddenly, heading over to the door. “I'm sorry to break up play-time, but we have to get going! Don't worry, we'll come again next weekend!”

  “Are you sure you two don't want to stay for dinner?” I ask. “We have more than enough.”

  “Next time,” she replies, as Suzie comes running in and stops breathlessly next to her mother.

  “Did you have fun?” I ask.

  She nods. “Thank you for the cookies, Mrs. Gray.”

  “That's fine,” I reply. I pause for a moment, wondering whether I should even ask the next question. “And... everything was okay with Addie?”

  She nods again. “It was a lot of fun. She'll be in soon, she's just picking some flowers.”

  “I told you your little pal would get back to normal,” Diane says, tousling the hair on top of her head.

  “She's still a little weird,” Suzie replies.

  “How so?” I ask, feeling a faint flicker of concern.

  “Oh, it's just that sometimes she asks me weird questions,” Suzie continues. “Like, just now she was asking me what her favorite food is, and her favorite color. And her favorite TV shows too. It's like, why does she have to ask me? I told her, but it was kinda strange.”

  “Huh,” I reply, forcing a smile.

  “She was probably just testing you,” Diane says, taking Suzie's hand and leading her to the front door. “She wanted to see how much you remembered about her. I hope you gave her the right answers!”

  It takes a few minutes for them to get ready and head out to the car, and Addie doesn't come to wave them off. I stand in the doorway until their car has disappeared into the distance, and then I wander back into the house. Everything is all laid out for dinner, and when I reach the window I look out and see Addie on her knees at the far end of the garden, still picking flowers and carefully smelling each one.

  “She was asking me what her favorite food is,” Suzie's voice says, echoing in my thoughts, “and her favorite color.”

  I pause, feeling another gnawing hint of doubt in the pit of my stomach. To be honest, over the past few months there have been a few moments when Addie has said strange things, things that really don't quite seem to fit with what she should remember. At the same time, she's seemed happier than ever, a
nd definitely more herself, so I figure there's no way I should have any doubts. That Serriah girl is gone now, and I'm certain I'd be able to tell if she'd secretly found some way to stay in Addie's place.

  I feel a vibration in my pocket. Taking out my phone, I see that it's another message from Detective Brabham, asking when I'm free to take Addie to Hedderburgh. Apparently they still have some questions about what happened that night, but there's no way I want Addie to have to relive those memories. I'll just keep ignoring Brabham's messages, and eventually he'll leave us alone. I'm not going to do anything that risks reopening those wounds for my daughter.

  Heading to the door, I'm about to call Addie in so she can wash her hands for dinner, but I hesitate for a moment.

  “Addie!” I imagine myself yelling. “Dinnertime!”

  She'd come running in, I'm sure she would.

  “Serriah!” I imagine myself saying. “Dinnertime!”

  How would she react then? Would she frown and ask what I meant, or would she glance at me with a hint of suspicion?

  I know it's foolish to have these doubts, but I can't help myself. For the past few months, I've managed to completely avoid using Addie's name. It wasn't easy at first, but eventually I learned how best to keep from testing her. I simply never, ever use her name.

  “Dinnertime,” I call out.

  I wait, holding my breath.

  “Coming!” she shouts, and I hear her hurrying across the yard.

  The funny thing is, I've noticed she never calls me Mom or Mommy or Mum or Momma or Mama, or anything like that. Not once in the past year, ever since that night in the barn. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for that, though. I should ask her some time, and I will.

  “There are for you!” she says with a grin as she reaches the doorway and holds out a small bunch of flowers from the garden.

  “Thank you,” I reply, taking the flowers and giving them a sniff. “That's very sweet of you.”

  “You deserve it, Mama. You -” She stops suddenly, and for a moment there's a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “I mean Mommy. I should go wash my hands now, Mommy.”

  With that, she makes her way through to the bathroom, leaving me standing alone in the doorway with the flowers in my hand. For a moment, all I can do is listen to the sound of her washing her hands.

  It's Addie.

  I know it is.

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