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she got home. She spent the next hour returning calls to people
who asked if they could help her tomorrow or if they could bring something. She
loved the small town and its people, but as tired as she was, she would have
preferred to have a glass of wine, some dinner, and go to bed. She knew the
coming day was going to be emotionally and physically grueling.
Just as she finished
returning the last call her cell phone rang. “Kelly, glad I caught you. I tried
your home phone, but it’s been busy for the last hour,” Mike said.
“Everyone wants to help me
tomorrow, Mike. I can’t tell you how many calls I had to return. I just
finished. Gonna be able to come by for dinner?”
“No. That’s why I’m
calling. I have a couple of appointments tonight. Things are getting
interesting. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Anyway, you need to eat and
go to bed. Tomorrow won’t be easy.”
“I know. I was just
getting ready to do that. By the way, I found Amber’s diary in her locker
drawer at the coffee shop. Haven’t had a chance to look at it. I’ll glance
through it after dinner and see what’s in it.”
“Kelly, I can’t stop you
from reading it, but you’re going to have to give it to me. There may be
something in it that affects the investigation. Sorry, but it’s part of my
job.”
“I understand. Glad I
thought of it. My mind’s so scattered with everything I need to remember for
tomorrow, I’m sure I would have forgotten about it. See you after the funeral.”
“Night, Babe. Get some
sleep. I love you.”
I swore I would never get
married again, but I’m having second thoughts, although I haven’t been asked,
so even thinking about it is probably just a mental exercise. I know how hurt
Mike was when his wife left him. I just wish he’d believe me when I tell him I
love him and we could get past it. Neither one of us is getting any younger. I
need to keep reminding myself that some hurts are so deep they take a long time
to heal and having your wife leave you for a guy she met on the Internet is
pretty high on the hurt list.
An hour later she sat down
in the large plaid chair that overlooked the bay, put her feet up on the matching
ottoman and opened Amber’s diary. She removed the small blue ribbon Amber used
as a bookmark and that had originally caught Kelly’s attention when she saw it
in the drawer. She read it from start to finish then closed it and sat for
several minutes, trying to make sense of what she’d just read. She wiped a tear
from her eye.
Good grief. I can’t believe it.
Who would have ever thought? I’m stunned and feel sick to my stomach. Amber?
Never in a million years would I have suspected that of Amber. I hope
this diary is locked up permanently. It would kill Ginger and Bob if they read
it. In some ways, I wish I’d never found it.
She let Rebel out,
watching him as Mike had suggested. “Come on, boy, time for bed.” He ran into
the house, down the hall, and curled up in his dog bed at the foot of her bed.
She turned the lights out and followed him to her bedroom.
CHAPTER 11
Kelly knew there were going to be a
lot of people attending Amber’s funeral, but even she was surprised by the
number of cars that filled the church parking lot and overflowed onto the
nearby streets. She had to park three blocks away and felt lucky to find an
open spot. It was a somber occasion and no one was smiling as Amber’s friends
and family entered the church. She signed the guest register, took the offered
memorial prayer card, and entered the sanctuary. Extra chairs had been provided
and placed in every available open space. Kelly sat at the rear of the church
so she could leave early and hopefully, unnoticed. Ginger and Bob, along with
Ginger’s sister, as well as the rest of the extended family, filled the first
two rows, many of them openly weeping. She scanned the crowd for Madison who
was also looking for her. She spotted Madison seated three rows in front
who asked if they could help her tomorrow or if they could bring something. She
loved the small town and its people, but as tired as she was, she would have
preferred to have a glass of wine, some dinner, and go to bed. She knew the
coming day was going to be emotionally and physically grueling.
Just as she finished
returning the last call her cell phone rang. “Kelly, glad I caught you. I tried
your home phone, but it’s been busy for the last hour,” Mike said.
“Everyone wants to help me
tomorrow, Mike. I can’t tell you how many calls I had to return. I just
finished. Gonna be able to come by for dinner?”
“No. That’s why I’m
calling. I have a couple of appointments tonight. Things are getting
interesting. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Anyway, you need to eat and
go to bed. Tomorrow won’t be easy.”
“I know. I was just
getting ready to do that. By the way, I found Amber’s diary in her locker
drawer at the coffee shop. Haven’t had a chance to look at it. I’ll glance
through it after dinner and see what’s in it.”
“Kelly, I can’t stop you
from reading it, but you’re going to have to give it to me. There may be
something in it that affects the investigation. Sorry, but it’s part of my
job.”
“I understand. Glad I
thought of it. My mind’s so scattered with everything I need to remember for
tomorrow, I’m sure I would have forgotten about it. See you after the funeral.”
“Night, Babe. Get some
sleep. I love you.”
I swore I would never get
married again, but I’m having second thoughts, although I haven’t been asked,
so even thinking about it is probably just a mental exercise. I know how hurt
Mike was when his wife left him. I just wish he’d believe me when I tell him I
love him and we could get past it. Neither one of us is getting any younger. I
need to keep reminding myself that some hurts are so deep they take a long time
to heal and having your wife leave you for a guy she met on the Internet is
pretty high on the hurt list.
An hour later she sat down
in the large plaid chair that overlooked the bay, put her feet up on the matching
ottoman and opened Amber’s diary. She removed the small blue ribbon Amber used
as a bookmark and that had originally caught Kelly’s attention when she saw it
in the drawer. She read it from start to finish then closed it and sat for
several minutes, trying to make sense of what she’d just read. She wiped a tear
from her eye.
Good grief. I can’t believe it.
Who would have ever thought? I’m stunned and feel sick to my stomach. Amber?
Never in a million years would I have suspected that of Amber. I hope
this diary is locked up permanently. It would kill Ginger and Bob if they read
it. In some ways, I wish I’d never found it.
She let Rebel out,
watching him as Mike had suggested. “Come on, boy, time for bed.” He ran into
the house, down the hall, and curled up in his dog bed at the foot of her bed.
She turned the lights out and followed him to her bedroom.
CHAPTER 11
Kelly knew there were going to be a
lot of people attending Amber’s funeral, but even she was surprised by the
number of cars that filled the church parking lot and overflowed onto the
nearby streets. She had to park three blocks away and felt lucky to find an
open spot. It was a somber occasion and no one was smiling as Amber’s friends
and family entered the church. She signed the guest register, took the offered
memorial prayer card, and entered the sanctuary. Extra chairs had been provided
and placed in every available open space. Kelly sat at the rear of the church
so she could leave early and hopefully, unnoticed. Ginger and Bob, along with
Ginger’s sister, as well as the rest of the extended family, filled the first
two rows, many of them openly weeping. She scanned the crowd for Madison who
was also looking for her. She spotted Madison seated three rows in front
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