Turn Over

The driver met us at the top of the stairs and lugged the bags to the trunk. We left Shawna and Lindy with the keys, standing at the top of the staircase. The girl waved as hard as she could.

My hand clasped Sydney’s as we pulled out of the driveway.

“I didn’t know they were house-sitting.”

“I forgot to mention it. Sorry. It seemed convenient since they only have to walk a few doors down from the Palm.”

“Makes sense to me.” I leaned into the seat. We had a forty-five minute ride to the airport. “You think they’re happy living there? I know they don’t have a yard or anything. And all their neighbors are over sixty-five.”

Sydney touched her finger to my lips.

“They love it. Letting her lease to own one of the condos was the best solution. An amazing solution.” She grinned. “You are brilliant sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?”

“And so humble about it.” She poked me in the ribs.

“Somebody’s gotta be, baby.”

I looked out the window as the car approached the bridge. On the other side was the resort construction site. The foundation was in. I couldn’t see it from the road, but I knew it was there.

We started to climb over the sound, the car carrying us to the other side. I reached in my pocket for my phone, but hesitated.

“Syd, I have something to show you.”

“What is it?” Her head was turned toward the opposite window. I had lost her to the October sun bouncing off the water.

I debated whether I should even mention the information I had, but I had sworn there wouldn’t be any more secrets between us. Even if what I had to tell her would hurt her.

“This came through a few minutes ago when Shawna was at the house.” I handed her my phone.

At first she didn’t react. She studied the file on my phone. She scrolled to the bottom.

Her eyes flashed to mine. “What does it mean? What does James say?”

There was a copy of a rental agreement signed by Hannah P. and a few pictures James found on a neighbor’s social media account.

“The email from James says the pictures are three months old. He flew into Portland yesterday and interviewed the neighbors.”

“But she’s not there.” Her voice quieted.

“No, but he’s close, Syd. Closer than he’s ever been. My hope is that when we get back from France we’ll know where Hailey is.”

Her eyes glistened with tears. “We’re really going to find them.”

“Yes. And make them safe. I swear to you. No one will go near your sister or Gracie.”

She leaned against my chest, her hair tumbling over her shoulders and I couldn’t help but pull her into my lap. I needed to hold her, touch her, protect her.

“I’m glad you told me.”

I ran my fingers over her head and down her arm. “I promised you I would.”

She sat forward. “All these things you’ve done are because of me.”

“Yes. And I’d do them over again. No question.”

“You don’t regret any of it?” she asked, toying with the collar of my shirt.