The Calling (Darkness Rising 2)

"Let's go in," Daniel said. "Make sure."

The front door wasn't even locked. I stepped inside. The air was heavy and empty. Just empty.

Even Kenjii hung back, as if it was the home of strangers. She gingerly walked through and looked around, sniffing, then stood at the back door and whined.

"I'll get her some food and water," Daniel said.

Corey stayed with him. I went straight to my dad's office. His computer was gone. So were his shortwave radios.

I headed upstairs. Nothing had been touched. My parents' clothing was still there. My stuff was still there. A few drawers were open, in the bedroom and the bathroom, from when Dad must have packed our evacuation bags.

I stood in my parents' room, looking at their hastily made bed, an empty duffel bag taken from the closet, then dumped on the floor, rejected. There was something else on the bed. Picture frames. Three empty ones.

In an evacuation, we weren't supposed to take anything but an overnight bag. Most people would grab other stuff, though. A laptop. Jewelry. Whatever was important to them. My dad had taken their wedding photo and two baby pictures of me.

My eyes burned again. I hurried into the bathroom and turned on the tap. The pipes spit and hissed. Nothing came out.

"Hydro's off," Daniel said as he stepped into the open doorway. "For you guys, no electricity means no water. I found jugs under the sink for Kenjii. Do you want me to bring one up?"

I shook my head.

He moved closer. "We'll find them, Maya. It's just a matter of getting to your grandmother."

"Only we can't do that, can we?" I said. "The St. Clouds and the Nasts will be prepared for that. I need to let her and my parents keep thinking I'm dead until I can..."

I took a deep breath. "I don't even know how to finish that sentence. Everything was about getting back here and telling my parents. But they aren't here. I don't know where they are. I have no damned idea what to do next." I looked up at him. "Do you?"

"I ... I have some thoughts." He cleared his throat. "We'll come up with a plan."

I brushed past him and headed for the stairs.

"Maya."

I turned. He stood there, looking as lost and confused as I felt.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "You're right. We'll come up with something. I just..." I looked through my bedroom door and out the huge windows at the forest. "I need to go outside for a minute. Just ... for a minute."

Corey was still in the kitchen when I got downstairs. I brushed past him. Kenjii tried to follow as I slid out the back door. I closed it with a whispered apology.

I ran into the forest. I planned to keep going, get in deep enough to relax and refocus and, yes, maybe feel sorry for myself for a few minutes before I faced the others again. As I was running, though, tears filled my eyes and I nearly flipped over a downed tree.

I swiped at my eyes and I looked at the tree, and I remembered the last time I'd seen it. Remembered who'd sat on it.

Rafe.

Fresh tears. I tried to blink them back, but it was no use. I looked at this place, this tree, and I saw Rafe. Heard his laugh. Felt his kiss. Even smelled him. I closed my eyes and the feeling was so vivid I swore I could just reach out and...

But I couldn't. I wouldn't ever again, and as I sat there crying, I didn't think about what I'd felt for him and what might have been. I thought about him. The person, not the guy in my life.

I thought about everything he'd told me about his past, and I wished he'd told me more. I thought of what he'd said to me about his dreams for the future, what he wanted in life, and I realized how little of that I knew. He wanted to fix Annie. Beyond that? I had no idea. Was there a future he'd wanted? One he'd imagined? Or had he just concentrated on the present and getting through it?

Only he hadn't gotten through it. He hadn't fixed Annie. He'd come to Salmon Creek to find me for answers, and I'd gotten him killed. No future. Not for Rafe. Just ... gone.

I looked down at the leather band on my wrist--his bracelet--and thought, I don't deserve this. I was ready to pull it off, climb a tree, and leave it there, in his memory. Then I stopped.

I didn't deserve his bracelet, but maybe I still could earn it. Find Annie, if she was still alive. Help her. Finish what he started.

I took a deep breath and touched the bracelet's cat's-eye stone. I'm going to fix this. I know I can't--my breath caught--can't fix it all, but I'll do what I can. I promise.