“Hey, J.” It was all she could think to say.
He laughed. It was a wry chuckle, but in his blue eyes Juniper could see a flash of the boy she had known. Something inside her gave way, and when Jonathan pushed himself up from the table and leaned over to give her a brotherly kiss on the forehead, she had to squeeze her eyes closed.
“You came home,” he said simply.
“I’ve been busy.” Juniper’s excuses were so tired, even she struggled to repeat them. “You’re always welcome in Colorado. Best skiing in the States.”
“We don’t ski,” Jonathan reminded her. “You don’t ski.”
“Hiking, then! Garden of the Gods or Estes Park or—”
“Enough. It was time. We’re glad you’re here.”
Juniper wasn’t convinced. She felt Mandy glance between them, but she couldn’t begin to guess at what her sister-in-law was thinking. After a charged moment, Mandy clapped her hands. “Well, then. I’m going to go see if Rebecca needs any help finishing up.”
“Tell the boys to take it down a notch or two,” Jonathan said without removing his gaze from Juniper’s flushed face.
“Boys will be boys,” Mandy chimed.
Juniper caught Jonathan’s eye roll, but Mandy was already gone. “I gave them candy,” she confessed.
“It’s official: you’re out of the will.” Jonathan downed the last of his wine in a gulp and grabbed for the bottle. He refilled his glass, then reached to pour for Juniper. She shook her head. “No?” He shrugged and put the bottle down between them. Lowering his voice, he said, “Look, June, we need to talk.”
She felt herself go very still. “We are talking.”
Ignoring her evasive response, Jonathan said: “I’ll pick you up from the library on Wednesday. You get a lunch break, right?”
“Well, sure, but—”
“Mandy will be at work and the boys will be at school, so I’ll grab something from Cunningham’s and take you back to our place.”
“We could go to the Admiral,” Juniper offered, imagining crowded booths and lots of people. The thought of being alone with Jonathan made her a bit uneasy. They had very different ideas about how to deal with the past—it was one of the many things that made her brother feel like a stranger. Juniper had thick files and chat room aliases and a thirst for answers she couldn’t slake. Jonathan vigilantly ignored the fact that their neighbors had been murdered in cold blood with no resolution, leaving him—in perpetuity—as the main suspect. Did he know about the podcast? Was she ready to tell him?
“I’ll pick you up at noon.” Clearly, Jonathan wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He ran his hand through his dark hair and sat back against the wallpaper. It was faded and floral—from another era—and suddenly Juniper could see her brother as he had been: tall and lean, with a perpetual smirk that meant trouble. Back then, he could make her laugh with a goofy look. She missed that boy more than she dared to admit. His easy smile, happy-go-lucky way. They used to talk for hours about everything and nothing, and shared a bond that betrayed their connection as virtual twins. Now, at thirty-two, gray peppered his temples.
“Fine,” Juniper relented. “I’ll be ready.”
“Ready for what?” Mandy swept into the dining room with the pot roast on a platter and set it on the table with a flourish. The boys were right behind her, and then Lawrence and Reb.
“Nothing,” Juniper said absently as she half rose from her seat. Where was her daughter? She had been swept into the house and practically thrust into the chair where she was sitting, but she hadn’t caught even a glimpse of Willa. Her heart vaulted at the mere thought, and she pushed back from the table to greet her. Would they hug? Juniper could almost feel the slip of a girl, shoulder blades against her arms like nascent angel wings. But when everyone found their seats and settled in, there was one empty place.
“Where’s Willa?” Juniper finally whispered. She alone was standing, as if she had prepared a speech or was about to say grace.
Reb’s forefinger caught the necklace at the nape of her neck and twined it round and round. Her eyes darted from mashed potatoes to Law to Jonathan and finally to Mandy. Juniper’s pulse quickened as she turned her attention to her sister-in-law. Of course it would fall to her. This family of cowards would always defer to the woman who had stepped inside and set everything right. For one blinding moment, Juniper hated her.
“Willa’s not coming down tonight,” Mandy said matter-of-factly. “She’s not feeling well.”
It was as if Mandy had slapped her. Juniper felt all the air go out of her in a rush. “I could go to her,” Juniper said, her voice splintering. She tried again. “I could bring her some food.”
“Not tonight,” Mandy said, gentler this time. “She’s looking forward to seeing you, Juniper, really she is. She just needs a little time to adjust.”
It was such a pathetic excuse. Generic and uninspired. Juniper had dared to let herself hope that maybe there was a chance for her and Willa. But thirteen years couldn’t be erased with one overdue homecoming, no matter how noble her intentions. She hadn’t really thought it would be easy, had she? That she could waltz in here and woo her daughter away from the only family she had ever known? Law and Reb might be her grandparents, but they were Grandpa and Grandma in name only. In reality? They were Mom and Dad. Juniper didn’t know where she fit.
“You okay?” Mandy asked when the silence became uncomfortable. She reached out a tentative hand and gave Juniper’s arm a fortifying rub.
Juniper looked around the table and realized that even the boys were struck dumb. They were staring at her, and Cameron was sucking on the tips of his middle two fingers—a nervous habit she thought he had left behind a long time ago. “Fine.” She forced a smile and sat down, scooting her chair closer to the table. “I’m fine. I’ll see Willa tomorrow.”
“Of course.” Mandy grinned and snapped her napkin, letting it settle over her lap as if Juniper’s proclamation fixed everything. “Tomorrow.”
Law cleared his throat then, and, recognizing the familiar prompt, everyone ducked their heads to pray. But instead of closing her eyes while her father pontificated, Juniper watched her family. Jonathan rubbed his forehead; the boys squeezed their eyes shut so tight they quivered. Mandy’s lips held the memory of a smile, as if her face knew no other shape.
When Juniper looked at Reb, her mother was staring back at her. For a few seconds they studied each other, gazes thin and appraising. Then Reb softened a little, smiled. There was love in her look, but something else, too. Pity? Warning?
Juniper closed her eyes and knotted her hands in her lap. She hadn’t come this far to roll over and play dead. She’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but she was ready to fight for Willa. And it was obvious that Reb knew it.
* * *
Juniper returned to the bungalow early, allowed herself a single glass of the chardonnay that Cora had left chilling in the refrigerator, and pored through an old phone book she’d found while rummaging for a corkscrew. She made a long list of people to call, dividing them into three columns: Podcast (for former friends and acquaintances she considered brave enough to attempt such an endeavor), Interview (for some long-awaited face-to-face conversations), and Suspects (because they were all, as far as she knew, still residents of Jericho). Whether their phone numbers were current—or even if they still had landlines—remained to be seen. But copying down the names and numbers felt like a step in the right direction. Juniper fell asleep on the couch again, with the dusty phone book splayed open on her chest.