he takes someone else down.â
âYou canât promise that, Jewel.â
âNo, I canât. But there are no promises in life. People die every day, people who donât have a killer after them. I lost my husband a few years back. He was a firefighterâhe mentored David Warren, in fact. But he didnât die fighting a fire. No. He had to get struck by lightning while he was hiking in the mountains. A lightning strike killed my husband.â
There were no guarantees in life, but Jewel knew she could count on lightning striking again in the form of her attacker. The question wasâwould he succeed in killing her the next time?
A car door slammed outside, and she glanced out the window to see Buck driving away.
There was no time to lose. Jewel went down into the kitchen. She had things to do. Questions to ask.
As soon as they spotted her, Tracy, Katy and Meral suddenly stopped talking, and each tried to hide a guilt-ridden expression, as though theyâd been talking about Jewel.
Tracy stepped forward, concern in her gaze. âJewel, how are you doing?â
Jewel waved away her concerns. âIâm sick of sitting around. Resting is overrated.â
She smiled, trying to persuade them she was much improved. Given that her purple bruises had turned to a sickly green, she wasnât surprised that her appearance didnât convince them.
âWhereâs Buck?â she asked as casually as she could, grabbing an apple, but out of nowhere it sounded strange. Sheâd seen him leave and wanted to make sure he wouldnât be back for some time.
Meralâs eyes widened. âI donât know. He went exploring, looking for a creek to fish in, I think.â
If Buck wasnât here, then now was a good time to ask the questions burning inside. âMeral, I canât tell you how happy itâs made me that youâve come here to see me, to find me. I hate all the years that have been wasted.â
Meral slid into the chair at the kitchen table. âWe donât have to think about that. We have each other now.â
With so much riding on the answers to her questions, Jewel could only offer a tenuous smile. âMeral... I... I need to know.â
Her sister reached over and grabbed Jewelâs hand. âWhat do you need, Jewel? Anything. Iâll tell you anything.â
Jewelâs throat grew tight, her mouth suddenly dry. Her sister loved her, and the suspicions running through Jewel filled her with shame.
âWhy, after all these years, did you decide to find me? To come and see me? Why now?â
Her sisterâs mouth dropped open. Then, âI donât understand what youâre asking.â
Jewel could see that she had approached her need to find answers in the wrong way. She was messing this up. Her fear was seeping through, affecting how she came across. She sat in a chair across from Meral, trying to dial down the tension.
âWhatâs this all about?â Katy squeezed Meralâs shoulder and gave Jewel a gentle but questioning look.
Honestly, Jewel wished she could have some privacy with her sister, but she never found herself alone with Meral after the attacks. And if the other women were gone, Buck was around and wouldnât let Meral out of his sight. Jewel had no choice but to forge ahead.
âDid you ever think about coming to see me over the years? Ever think about finding me? A phone call? An email or a letter?â Jewel regretted the accusing tone.
Meral pursed her lips, wounded surprise in her gaze. âI could ask you the same.â
âOf course I did. But I was hurt, so hurt. I donât think I even realized it until you showed up at my door, and you werenât even to blame. I got caught up in living life in Alaska and loving my husband andââ Jewel hung her head, regret clinging to her heart ââand trying to forget I even had a family.â
Jewel lifted her gaze to meet