same, leaving the door open. Wordlessly, she shows him the Spider-Man action figure.
He stares down at it.
âIs thatâ¦?â
âJeremyâs?â Elsa swallows hard. âMaybe. I donât remember exactly what it looked likeâthe one that went missing with himâbutââ
Her voice breaks, and Brett pulls her close, his thoughts whirling through the possibilities:
It might be a colossal coincidence. Maybe it didnât even fall out of the car. This is a public place. Maybe some little boy lost itâ¦
Or maybe it was tucked somewhere among the Cavalonsâ possessions for all these years and Renny came across it and carried it with herâ¦
Or maybe Elsa herself found it somewhere, or bought it somewhere, andâand she forgot about it, or sheâs delusional, orâ¦
âBrett, say something.â
âDonât worry,â he says automatically. âItâs going to be okay.â
âYou donât know that.â
He opens his mouth to contradict her, but thinks better of it. Sheâs right. He doesnât know that. Christ, right now he doesnât know anything.
âDid you discuss this with anyone?â he asks, releasing her.
âNot yet. I didnât want to make any calls until Iâd talked to you.â
âWe have to report the break-in nowâ¦donât you think?â
âYes.â She pauses. âI mean, I think so.â
They stare at each other, and Brett is glad Elsa canât read his mind.
Just because she had some problems before, years agoâthat doesnât mean sheâs unbalanced now. It doesnât mean she herself is responsible for the Spider-Man doll being here. It doesnât mean that, fueled byRennyâs nightmare, Elsa imagined the intruder, and thereâs a logical explanation for footprint and the broken branchâif they do exist.
He wants desperately to believe that they donât, even if it means accepting that his wife is still suffering the psychological fallout of Jeremyâs kidnappingâor that learning of his death triggered a relapse into dissociative behavior.
Anything is better than believing that Renny is in danger.
âWhatâs Roxanne going to say, Brett? If we call the police and she finds out?â
âShe will find out, and what do you think sheâll say? Itâs her job to make sure that Rennyâs in a safe environment.â
âThatâs our job, too.â
âAnd weâre doing it.â
âRoxanne might not agree.â She shrugs, hugging herself, her thin arms bared by a simple, butter-colored dress.
Even now, Brett finds himself marveling at his wifeâs striking beauty: black hair and eyes offset her flawless complexion and delicate French features.
Before Jeremy came, and after he was gone, Brett had convinced himself that he could be happy if it were just the two of them for the rest of their lives. Yes, they longed for parenthood, but they had each other. Maybe that was enough.
Now he knows that it canât be; that their lives wouldnât be complete without Renny. Now that heâs had a true taste of what itâs like to love a child so completelyâ¦
He would never admit to Elsa that it was different with Jeremy. Maybe she knew, deep down, that try as he might, Brett couldnât quite connect with him, couldnât quiteâ¦
Love him?
Even now, acknowledging it only to himself, shame sweeps through him.
Heâd cared for his son, had tried to protect him, had thought he was doing everything in his power to help Jeremy overcome all his problems. Even after what happened that day at Harbor Hills Country Clubâ¦
Brett rarely allows himself to think about that particular incident. But whenever the memory rears its ugly head anyway, heâs swept by the same sense of helpless foreboding he experienced when he saw what his son had done to the sweet, innocent little girl with the big