part of a phone call earlier tonight, before her mom had left for her first late-night meeting or whatever. Dawn had picked up the upstairs extension and heard her mother say, âYou wonât quit until you destroy me utterly, will you, Harry?â and a man reply, âNot utterly, Jewel. I donât want to kill the golden goose, you know.â Her motherâs reply to that had been, âFine, eleven, then.â And then sheâd hung up the phone.
Dawn knew her mother had secrets. Sheâd always had secrets, things that Dawn knew were best not asked about. She didnât ask about her father, for instance. Julie would only say theyâd both been teens, and that heâd been killed in a car accident before Julie had even realized she was pregnant. His family were devoutly religious, and telling them of Dawnâs existence would only have added to their pain. To push for more information only wound up with one or both of them getting angry, the same result that came of asking too many questions about Julieâs side of the family.
Dawn often thought she was probably adopted. It would explain her momâs secrets, and it would explain how Julie could be so dark that she must have Latin blood, while Dawn herself was as pale as a daisy. She was going to ask about it someday, but privately she thought it wasnât half as important as Julie seemed to think it was. It wouldnât change anything.
Dawn loved her mother, secrets and all. But this was the first time sheâd had this sickening feeling that one of her momâs secrets might be dangerous, or that she might be in trouble because of them.
âWhere do you suppose she went?â Kayla asked softly.
Dawn shook herself out of her thoughts, focused on the present situation and shrugged. âThere was probably breaking news somewhere,â she lied. She knew better, though. Her mom didnât go out to cover breaking news in jeans and a sweatshirt. It was a running joke how fast she could make herself ready to go on the air. Five minutes with a makeup mirror and a compact would be plenty, in a pinch.
âYouâd better get back in there, Dawnie, before she realizes youâre gone.â
Dawn saw her bedroom light come on and swallowed hard. âToo late,â she said, her heart falling to somewhere in the region of her stomach. âYou might as well go home. Thereâs no sense in both of us getting caught. Your dad would kill you.â
Kayla nodded. âMy dadâs a cop, and heâs not as good a snoop as your mother is.â She sighed. âCall me in the morning,â she said, then she ran off into the darkness.
Dawn squared her shoulders and walked toward the house. She thought about going around to the back and climbing in through her bedroom window but decided against it. It would only make her mother angrier. Instead she went to the front door and used her spare key to let herself in.
Before sheâd even closed and locked the door behind her, her motherâs steps came rapidly down the stairs. âDawnie?â
âYeah, itâs me, Mom.â
Julie appeared in the foyer, then lunged at Dawn and wrapped her in a fierce bear hug that squeezed the breath from her lungs. âMy God, I was so worried,â she said, her voice quivering with relief and love.
Then, just as suddenly, she released Dawn from the mamma-bear-hug and stepped back to stare at her. The motherly relief in her eyes faded fast, and her voice took on a firmer, sharper tone. âJust where have you been, young lady?â
Dawn took a breath, lifted her chin. Her mother detested lies above all things, which was kind of ironic, considering, Dawn thought a little rebelliously. Still, she knew it would be best to just get the truth out and face the music. âOkay,â she said. âI snuck out. Iâm sorry. It was wrong, and itâll never happen again.â
âSnuck out where? And with
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