“Emmy didn’t recognize you,” the teacher pointed out, her face firm and unrelenting.
I forced my mind to stay clear making it all too easy to notice how stunning the teacher is. I was too frazzled to really look at her in the schoolyard, too panicked by the accusations and worried looks coming from teachers and nannies and other parents. In a matter of seconds, with one point of Emmy’s finger, I had been deemed a villain.
A bad guy.
To diffuse the situation, the teacher had quickly snatched me by the sleeve and escorted me into the school. I couldn’t decide whether she was giving me a chance to explain myself, or if she was just trying to prevent a panic.
Now that I’ve had a moment to catch my breath, I finally get a good look at her.
“You have five seconds,” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts for the second time. “Five seconds before I call NYPD. I’ve got a special case squad detective on speed dial, and I’m warning you now, he’s not going to be half as patient with you as I have been.”
“Emmy’s mother and I aren’t on good terms,” I said. “I guess you could say that we’re estranged.”
“Then why would your sister ask you to pick Emmy up from school today?” the teacher asked defensively, narrowing her eyes.
“She didn’t,” I said flatly. “I haven’t spoken to Calista in years.”
I glanced down at her desk, and something about it reminded me of my own: it’s sterile, neat, completely devoid of life. No family photos in goofy mismatched frames, no Post-It note reminders, no flowers, no color. Just a computer and a nameplate that reads ‘Daisy Wright.’
“Family kidnapping is a crime that NYPD takes very serious--”
“Daisy, is it?” I asked, flicking my eyes up from the nameplate and meeting her glare.
“Miss Wright,” she corrected me, and I watched her frown tighten. She was clearly losing patience with me.
“Miss Wright, I received a phone call today from Child Protective Services informing me that I have been awarded emergency custody of my niece”.
“What?” Daisy’s face softened, and for the first time I saw a glimmer of belief flash through her eyes. “What happened? Is Calista alright?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just know that she’s in a hospital in California.”
“But if she’s in California… who’s been at home with Emmy?” Daisy’s face softened a little more, this time filling with a protective sort of panic.
“The nanny,” I said, recounting the phone conversation I had earlier in my office. I had asked the same questions that Daisy was asking now. I had demanded the same answers. And honestly, none of it had made any sense to me either. “But Calista must have been gone longer than expected, because the nanny called 911 in a panic this morning, right before fleeing the apartment.”
“Wow,” Daisy shook her head, and she looked like she might cry. “The nanny just left?”
I just shrugged. I had long given up on trying to rationalize the things that go on in Calista’s life. I can’t explain why Calista wound up in a California hospital. And I can’t explain why she would leave my niece alone in New York, for an indefinite period of time, with a nanny that she couldn’t even trust to stay with her daughter.
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do,” I admitted. “Hell, I’ve never even been around kids before… I have no idea how I’m going to look after one. But CPS made one thing very clear. If I don’t take care of my niece, she’ll go straight into foster care.”
Daisy’s face bunched up into a frown, and then she suddenly reached for the phone.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Calling CPS,” she said, punching a number into the phone as she propped the receiver between her ear and shoulder. “Technically they should have contacted the school directly if there has been a change in custody, but sometimes in emergencies--”
She stopped speaking suddenly, which I took as an indication that somebody on the other end of the phone has answered. I strained my ears, trying to hear the sound from the other end of the phone, but I couldn’t.
And then, without saying a word, Daisy slammed the phone down.
“Voicemail,” she explained. “I’ll try again in a few minutes.”
I glanced at the watch on my wrist, wondering how much time has already ticked by, and wondering what my niece was doing. The entire school must be dismissed by now. I imagined Emmy sitting on the school steps alone, the only student left, waiting for someone to come and claim her and instantly I felt a wave of emptiness as I was reminded of the countless times I found myself in that same position as a child. The countless times my parents failed to turn up at my boarding school for weekend visits or holidays.
“We can’t sit here all night,” I said. “Please… Emmy probably has enough going through her head, without having to sit up there and wonder why everyone in her life has abandoned her.”
Daisy glanced up at me, caught off guard. Her eyes scanned my face, and tried to find meaning in what I’ve just said.