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Authors: Josi S. Kilpack
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serious trouble.
“I’ll send you the caseworker information as soon as I get it, okay? I’ve got a full afternoon and won’t be available much, but I’ll see that you get it.”
“Okay,” Sadie said. “Thank you, Pete.”
They said their good-byes. Sadie hoped she hadn’t distracted him too much. She wished she could do this on her own, and yet she was so grateful for both his help and his support.
After hanging up the phone, Sadie went into the kitchen and picked up Charlie’s list. Sitting in her kitchen, with the sun lighting up her windows, Sadie read Charlie’s words again. His questions were a glimpse into his place in this situation and what he needed to know if there was hope of him finding peace.
Peace.
Was it really possible?
With the last few months as an example, Sadie had a hard time feeling much faith in that. For herself. Or for Charlie. But he was young, and her heart broke. There had to be hope for him.
A moment later, she went to her bedroom and opened the top drawer where she’d hidden all the papers and things from her hospital stay. Shuffling through the papers, she found the card she’d been looking for—a card given to her by the officer who’d taken her statement once she’d been capable of talking about finding Noelani’s body.
Pete had told Officer Wington she might call but it was nerve-racking to think about it. What if she accidentally told him about Charlie being at her condo? What if she didn’t accidentally tell them anything, but they found out about it later? And yet, Officer Wington was Sadie’s best bet at finding the information she needed. When she saw his e-mail address on the card, she felt even better and hurried back to her computer where she sent him a message, asking for an update on Noelani’s case.
Her head didn’t explode. Bells and whistles didn’t even go off inside her brain. In fact, she felt the tiniest recognition inside herself of empowerment, confidence, and—dare she say it?—optimism. Did this little jolt mean she was doing the right thing? Gosh, she hoped so!
Now that she’d started, what came next?
She took comfort knowing that it would probably be awhile before Officer Wington got back to her, giving her time to accept the choice she’d made to contact him. However, her cell phone rang within two minutes. The number matched the one on Officer Wington’s card, and her heart, which had begun to calm, sped right back up again.
Sadie took a deep breath, pulled all her courage from the dark corners of her mind as though sweeping together dust bunnies long-ignored, and answered the phone, hoping she sounded braver than she felt.
“This is Officer Wington,” he said after she said hello. He sounded very official, with a deep voice that graveled when he spoke. “I just got your e-mail.”
Chapter 9
Yes, um, hi, uh, thanks for calling,” Sadie said, wiping her sweaty hands on her leg. Notes! She needed to take notes. With one hand holding the cell phone to her ear, she rummaged in the cupboard for a notebook and pen.
“Sure,” Officer Wington said. “Detective Cunningham had said you might call. Your e-mail said you have some questions about Ms. Pouhu.”
“Um, yes,” Sadie said. “I’m, uh, trying to get a little closure on the situation and wondered what you guys had learned about what happened to her.” Enough with the um-ing and uh-ing! She took a deep breath, channeling herself into this moment.
Officer Wington sighed. “Unfortunately, we haven’t learned much. She left work early the night of Saturday, March 17, and no one has come forward to report seeing her after that.”
“No one?”
“No,” Officer Wington repeated.
“Um, did anything about her . . . body give any clues as to what happened?”
“You mean the cause of death? I’m afraid that’s still undetermined. The autopsy reports have been sent
“I’ll send you the caseworker information as soon as I get it, okay? I’ve got a full afternoon and won’t be available much, but I’ll see that you get it.”
“Okay,” Sadie said. “Thank you, Pete.”
They said their good-byes. Sadie hoped she hadn’t distracted him too much. She wished she could do this on her own, and yet she was so grateful for both his help and his support.
After hanging up the phone, Sadie went into the kitchen and picked up Charlie’s list. Sitting in her kitchen, with the sun lighting up her windows, Sadie read Charlie’s words again. His questions were a glimpse into his place in this situation and what he needed to know if there was hope of him finding peace.
Peace.
Was it really possible?
With the last few months as an example, Sadie had a hard time feeling much faith in that. For herself. Or for Charlie. But he was young, and her heart broke. There had to be hope for him.
A moment later, she went to her bedroom and opened the top drawer where she’d hidden all the papers and things from her hospital stay. Shuffling through the papers, she found the card she’d been looking for—a card given to her by the officer who’d taken her statement once she’d been capable of talking about finding Noelani’s body.
Pete had told Officer Wington she might call but it was nerve-racking to think about it. What if she accidentally told him about Charlie being at her condo? What if she didn’t accidentally tell them anything, but they found out about it later? And yet, Officer Wington was Sadie’s best bet at finding the information she needed. When she saw his e-mail address on the card, she felt even better and hurried back to her computer where she sent him a message, asking for an update on Noelani’s case.
Her head didn’t explode. Bells and whistles didn’t even go off inside her brain. In fact, she felt the tiniest recognition inside herself of empowerment, confidence, and—dare she say it?—optimism. Did this little jolt mean she was doing the right thing? Gosh, she hoped so!
Now that she’d started, what came next?
She took comfort knowing that it would probably be awhile before Officer Wington got back to her, giving her time to accept the choice she’d made to contact him. However, her cell phone rang within two minutes. The number matched the one on Officer Wington’s card, and her heart, which had begun to calm, sped right back up again.
Sadie took a deep breath, pulled all her courage from the dark corners of her mind as though sweeping together dust bunnies long-ignored, and answered the phone, hoping she sounded braver than she felt.
“This is Officer Wington,” he said after she said hello. He sounded very official, with a deep voice that graveled when he spoke. “I just got your e-mail.”
Chapter 9
Yes, um, hi, uh, thanks for calling,” Sadie said, wiping her sweaty hands on her leg. Notes! She needed to take notes. With one hand holding the cell phone to her ear, she rummaged in the cupboard for a notebook and pen.
“Sure,” Officer Wington said. “Detective Cunningham had said you might call. Your e-mail said you have some questions about Ms. Pouhu.”
“Um, yes,” Sadie said. “I’m, uh, trying to get a little closure on the situation and wondered what you guys had learned about what happened to her.” Enough with the um-ing and uh-ing! She took a deep breath, channeling herself into this moment.
Officer Wington sighed. “Unfortunately, we haven’t learned much. She left work early the night of Saturday, March 17, and no one has come forward to report seeing her after that.”
“No one?”
“No,” Officer Wington repeated.
“Um, did anything about her . . . body give any clues as to what happened?”
“You mean the cause of death? I’m afraid that’s still undetermined. The autopsy reports have been sent
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