Read Online If You Find Me by Emily Murdoch - Free Book Online

I’m in charge. Only I can’t get myself to believe it anymore.
    “How do you do, ma’am. I’m Carey, and this is my sister, Jenessa.”
I extend my hand, dried ketchup on my fingers, but if she notices, she doesn’t let on. She holds my hand in both of hers, smiling down at us.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Carey. And you, too, Jenessa. I’m Melissa.”
Ness peeks out from around my body, clutching the belt loops of my jeans. If she tugs any harder, they may fall down into a heap on the driveway.
“You girls must be tired after your trip. I have dinner warming in the oven, and Delaney will take you up to your rooms.”
She doesn’t seem to notice the way her daughter scowls at us. Under Delaney’s gaze, my neck heats up, then my cheeks. Delaney smiles for the first time as she notices.
“I’ll go get the girls’ things.”
My father lopes off to the truck, and I think of the garbage bags and cringe. We’re out of our element, like fish flapping round a bird’s nest, and I can see this fact doesn’t escape Delaney. She looks glad.
I clomp up the steps, stopping by the door to remove my boots and then Nessa’s shoes. I line them up neatly to the right of the welcome mat, then look to Melissa.
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Carey. Wasn’t that thoughtful, Delly?”
Delaney shrugs, using her heels to slip off one sneaker and then the other, picking them up and taking them with her.
We enter the house, Nessa’s eyes like saucers, flitting from the crackling fire inside to the couches draped in crocheted blankets, like the kind our gran knit. Nessa’s eyes linger on the china figurines on the mantel, not knowing they aren’t toys. I know, because Gran had some of her own. Just in case, I make a mental note to lay down some ground rules that’ll keep Nessa out of trouble during our stay.
“Get out of here, you mangy mutt!”
Shorty, padding along behind us, cowers on the stairs as if Delaney’s words were smacks. Nessa gasps in delight and lets go of my hand, walking over to the dog, her arm extended. Shorty sniffs her fingers, his tail sweeping the wood. Nessa plunks down next to him and throws her arms around him like a long-lost friend. She smiles widely as the dog licks her cheek.
“Good thing baths are on the agenda. Doesn’t she know better than to let a dog lick her face?” Delaney watches Jenessa with disgusted fascination. This time, I shrug.
Delaney turns to her mother. “What, now she can’t talk, either?”
“Delly, please.”
Nessa rests her cheek on Shorty’s head, gives him one last squeeze, then scrambles to her feet. I hold out my hand and she takes it, and we ascend the stairs together. Delaney sighs loudly, like we’re so much trouble. I bite my tongue, my own patience just about exhausted.
“Just take us to our rooms, please,” I say, daring her to hear what I’m not saying, too.
On the second floor, the wood shines hard as glass. A long, thin strip of bloodred carpet with tangled vines embroidered along the borders stretches down the length of the hallway. Delaney stops at the first two doors, opposite each other, motioning toward one and then the other.
“These two are yours.”
She leaves us standing there watching her hair swish across her back until she disappears behind the last door at the hallway’s end.
I look at Jenessa, who stares down the way we came. To my surprise, she whistles—I didn’t know she knew how—and Shorty barrels up the stairs and down the hall, his front legs sliding on the slick surface. We smile at each other when he slows down and proceeds via the rug, his bright eyes trained on Nessa.
Tentatively, I reach out and pat his head, noting his fur, soft as velvet. But it isn’t my attention he wants. Nessa plops on the rug, giggling. She scratches up and down his back, sending his front leg paddling.
Shorty shadows us from one room to the other. My room, and we know it’s my room by the things in it, is like nothing I’ve ever seen.