Free Where They Found Her by Kimberly McCreight Page A

wasn’t seeing things. It was definitely her, returned after all these years, still looking like an overused prostitute. And how long had she been back in Ridgedale? Weeks, months? Festering out of sight like a nasty staph infection. Barbara hadn’t mentioned her to Steve. Nothing good would have come of that. But it had been weighing on every interaction she’d had with him since.
    “I sent you two texts today, reminding you about that stupid bureau!” Barbara had shouted, feeling angrier and angrier.
    Even after twenty years of marriage, it was amazing how fiercely you could argue without having to admit what you were really angry about. And that was in a good marriage, with a husband you loved. Because Barbara did love Steve so very much. More than anything.
    “I’ll go right now,” Steve had said, picking up his keys.
    Not yelling back, not looking angry. Like he was some beaten-down manservant instead of a man who loved his wife. It only made Barbara angrier.
    “Right now?” Barbara had pointed at the clock. “It’s almost ten p.m., Steve. My parents are asleep. If my father’s not already dead!”
    “Who’s dead, Mommy?” Cole had asked from the doorway. He had his stuffed dinosaur tucked under his arm like a briefcase. He hadn’t seemed upset, though, only mildly curious.
    And that argument couldn’t have anything to do with Cole’s behavior now. He hadn’t seemed like he’d remembered it the next morning. More to the point, that had been three weeks ago. What Rhea was describing was recent, the past several days.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest—” Rhea shook her head, smiled awkwardly. Barbara was glad she was uncomfortable. She couldn’t go around throwing out accusations about people’s families and expect there not to be consequences. “Perhaps it’s best to focus on a plan of action.”
    “A plan of action? Isn’t that a bit extreme?” Barbara squinted at her. “This behavior may be out of character for Cole, but it’s hardly outside the bounds of normal.”
    “This morning Cole shoved Kate off a chair.”
    “An accident,” Barbara said. “Obviously.”
    “Kate is okay, thank goodness,” Rhea went on like Barbara hadn’t spoken. “Nothing some ice and a Band-Aid wouldn’t fix. But it could have been much worse. She was standing on the chair, trying to reach a book, which she shouldn’t have been doing. But if she’d fallen in the other direction?” Rhea put a hand to the back of her head, as if imagining the blow to Kate’s head. She shuddered.
    “Cole wouldn’t do something like that unprovoked,” Barbara said, though she couldn’t imagine him doing it period. “The children must have been having some kind of argument.”
    “They honestly weren’t. I saw the whole thing. Cole just walked right up behind her and . . .” Rhea looked out into the distance, her face empty and stunned, like she was seeing it happen in front of her. “He just pushed.”
    “No,” Barbara said. She meant that unequivocally. “That’s not possible.”
    Rhea was looking at Barbara sadly. Almost like she felt sorry for her. Barbara’s face was hot as she crossed her arms tightly. “Why is this the first I’m hearing of this?”
    “I didn’t want to upset you unnecessarily. As you know, these things often pass. Especially with a child like Cole. But now, unfortunately, the situation has changed.”
    Barbara pulled her chin back sharply. “What does that mean?”
    Rhea took a deep breath and stiffened in her chair. She met Barbara’s eyes reluctantly. “With an incident like this with Kate, we have to consider the safety of the other children.”
    “ Safety? ” Barbara laughed. But she could see from the look on Rhea’s face that she wasn’t joking. “I’m sorry, but this is absurd. I’ve seen some of the other boys in class. And you’re worried about Cole? Will, for instance—he’s the one who’s out of control.”
    Barbara hadn’t meant to mention