“We can’t just leave the twins for a week.”
“Sure we can.”
“They’re still too vulnerable, Ron.”
The smile started fading. “They’ll be fine.”
He wants this gone, she thought. Not wrong, of course. Life goes on. This was his way of coping. He wanted it gone. And eventually, she knew, he will want her gone too. He might hang on for the twins, but all the good memories—that first kiss outside the library, the overnight at the shore, the spectacular sun-drenched honeymoon cruise, scraping that horrid wallpaper off at their starter home, that time at the farmers’ market when they started laughing so hard, tears ran down their faces—all of that was gone now.
When Ron sees her, he sees his dead son.
“Bets?”
She nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
He sat down next to her and held her hand. “I talked to Sy today. They need a manager at the new Atlanta office. It would be a wonderful opportunity.”
He wants to run, she thought again. For now he wants her with him, but she will always bring him pain. “I love you, Ron.”
“I love you too, honey.”
She wanted him happy. She wanted to let him go because Ron did have that ability. He needed to run away. He couldn’t face it. He couldn’t run with her. She would always remind him of Spencer, of that terrible night on the roof of the school. But she loved him, needed him. Selfish or not, she was terrified of losing him.
“What do you think about Atlanta?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“You’ll love it.”
She had thought about moving but Atlanta was a long way to go. She had lived her whole life in New Jersey.
“It’s a lot to take in,” he said. “Let’s take one step at a time. First the cruise, okay?”
“Okay.”
He wants to be anywhere but here. He wants to go back. She would try, but it won’t work. You can’t go back. Not ever. Especially not when you have the twins.
“I’m going to go get changed,” Ron said.
He kissed her cheek again. His lips felt cold. Like he was already gone. She would lose him. Might take another three months or two years, but the only man she had ever loved would eventually leave. She could feel him pulling away even as he kissed her.
“Ron?”
He stopped with one hand on the stair’s railing. When he looked back, it was as though he’d been caught, as though he’d just missed a chance to make a clean escape. His shoulders sunk.
“I need to show you something,” Betsy said.
TIA sat in a Boston Four Seasons’s conference room while Brett, the office computer guru, toyed with the laptop. She checked the caller ID and saw it was Mike.
“On your way to the game?”
“No,” he said.
“What happened?”
“Adam’s not here.”
“He didn’t come home at all?”
“He came home, he hung out in his room a little and then he took off.”
“He left Jill alone?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not like him.”
“I know.”
“I mean, he’s been irresponsible and all, but leaving his sister without supervision . . .”
“I know.”
Tia thought a moment. “Did you try his cell phone?”
“Of course I tried his cell phone. How stupid do you think I am?”
“Hey, don’t take this out on me,” Tia said.
“Then don’t ask me questions like I’m a moron. Of course I called him. I called him several times. I even left—gasp—messages for him to call me back.”
Tia watched Brett pretend not to listen in. She moved away from him.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean—”
“Me neither. We’re both on edge.”
“So what should we do?”
“What can we do?” Mike said. “I’ll wait here.”
“And if he doesn’t come home?”
There was a pause.
“I don’t want him at the party,” Mike said.
“I agree.”
“But if I go over and stop him . . .”
“That would be weird too.”
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I think you should go over and stop him anyway. You can try to be subtle about it.”
“How would that work?”
“I don’t know. The party won’t start for a couple of hours probably. We can think about it.”
“Yeah, okay. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find him before that.”
“Did you try calling his friends’ houses? Clark or Olivia’s?”
“Tia.”
“Right, of course you did. Should I come home?”
“And do what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Nothing you can do here. I got it under control. I shouldn’t have even called.”
“Yes, you should have. Don’t try to protect me from stuff like this. I want to be kept in the loop.”
“I will, don’t worry.”
“Call me when you hear from him.”
“Okay.”
She hung up.
Brett looked up from the computer. “Problem?”
“You were listening?”
Brett shrugged. “Why don’t you check his E-SpyRight report?”
“Maybe I’ll tell Mike to do that later.”
“You can do it from here.”
“I thought I could only get it off my own computer.”
“Nah. You can access it anywhere you have an Internet connection.” Tia frowned. “That doesn’t sound secure.”
“You still need your ID and password. You just go to the E-SpyRight page and sign in. Maybe your kid got an e-mail or something.”
Tia thought about it.
Brett moved to his laptop and typed something in. He spun it toward her. The E-SpyRight home page was up. “I’m going to, like, grab a soda downstairs,” he said. “You want something?”
She shook her head.
“All yours,” Brett said.
He headed for the door. Tia slid into the chair and began typing. She brought up the report and asked for anything that came in to- day. There was almost nothing, just a quick instant-message conversation with the mysterious CeeJay8115.
CeeJay8115: What’s wrong?
HockeyAdam1117: His mother approached me after school.
CeeJay8115: What did she say?
HockeyAdam1117: She knows something.