All Dressed in White by Mary Higgins Clark, Alafair Burke Page A

named for their grandmother and aunt.
    “They’re a handful, both of them.”
    Walter smiled as he listened to his only son chatter like a proud father. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and wondered how his life might have been different if he’d been more like his son. Henry spent just as much time with his girls as his wife, Holly, did. He coached their soccer team, filmed their dance recitals, and cooked breakfast with them every Saturday so Holly could sleep in.
    I try to tell myself that times were different back when my kids were small, Walter thought, but I know I could have been a more hands-on father. “Tell them Grandpa Walt misses them,” he said, then added, “Do you think your mom’s still doing okay out there in Seattle?”
    As he spoke, he rocked backed and forth in his chair. It was still hard for him to picture Sandra living alone. He had looked the house up on the Internet so he could at least have an image, but he’d only been inside once when she had invited him to Thanksgiving dinner.
    Henry was silent for a few seconds. “She’s settling in, sure. That’s why I was calling. She talked to you about this television show?”
    “She was very excited. Has the producer made a decision?”
    “Not yet, but Amanda’s case is definitely on the radar,” Henry said. “I just wanted to make sure you were actually comfortable moving forward. I know how excited Mom can get. You shouldn’t feel obligated—”
    “I don’t. As I told your mom, I’m proud of her for getting someone to revive Amanda’s case after all these years. She’s worked her heart out for this.”
    “But do you want this?”
    “Sure, if Mom thinks it will help.”
    “Dad, that’s what I’m worried about. Don’t do this for Mom, out of guilt, or because you think you’ll be making something up to her. I know that not knowing what happened to Amanda is what came between you.”
    Walter swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Your mother’s the most fierce and loyal woman I’ve ever known. Finding Amanda has become her life’s work. Trust me, if anyone understands the need to pour yourself into a passion, it’s me.”
    “Dad, I’m not talking about work. I know you’re not always comfortable talking about your feelings, but how come we never talk about Amanda?”
    “I still think about your sister every day.”
    “I know you love her and miss her. We all do. But we never talk about her. How come you’re so sure that Amanda’s still out there?”
    “I’ve never been sure. But that’s my hope.” Every night, Walter pictured his beautiful daughter and the adventures she might be having. She had always loved to draw. Might she be a painter on the Amalfi Coast? Or maybe she runs a quiet little restaurant in Nice?
    “I guess anything is possible,” Henry said. “Then Mom says that Amanda would never leave us worrying like this, and that sounds absolutely on target, too. How can the two of you have such different opinions about what happened?”
    Walter opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn’t go into it again. Then he said, “I appreciate your call, son. I’m absolutely on board about this. It’ll be nice to see you in Florida.”
    “You can miss work?”
    Funny, Walter thought, I agreed to do the show without even thinking about the company. “I’ll be out of the office as long as necessary.”
    He knew it had taken him too long to see the truth, that he had been a terrible father, unable to connect to his children about anything other than work. My son, he thought, moved all the way to the West Coast to escape hearing about Ladyform breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then I pitted my two daughters against each other, expecting them both to step into the family business, and not giving either sufficient assurances of my approval.
    He wanted to tell Henry why he believed that Amanda was out there somewhere, living a new life under a new name. It was the only way, he thought, she could