packed anything.
We had to make a stop at Babies R’ Us to pick up all of Skylar’s supplies, and
then Walgreens so Kiera could buy her personal hygiene stuff. After that,
I took them to the mall so that Kiera could pick out some clothes, but she
wasn’t interested. I ended up picking out and buying her three outfits,
while she pushed Skylar’s stroller around in a daze. I swung by her
favorite burger place on the way in, but she wouldn’t order, so I ordered for
her. The bag sat in her lap as she stared out the passenger window.
“Kiera, we’re here,” I said softly.
She started and the greasy bag jostled in
her lap. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” She slid out of the car and opened the
back door, unbuckling Skylar from his car seat.
“I’ll get him,” I said. “I’ll get
everything. You just take the food and go upstairs. You remember
which one it is?” I asked, handing her my keys.
She nodded, and started slowly towards
the stairs.
Skylar was asleep. I unattached his
seat from the base, grabbed a few of the shopping bags, and followed behind
Kiera. Once we were inside, I sat Skylar’s carrier down in my bedroom floor
and shut the door behind me, so that we wouldn’t disturb him. He’d had a
long day.
When I walked back out in the living
room/kitchen area, Kiera was sitting at the table, the bag in front of her,
untouched. I walked over to her, pulled the cheeseburger out of the bag
and unwrapped it, and sat it in front of her. I pulled out the little
sack of fries and set them next to the burger. Kiera stared at the far
wall.
“Do you need ketchup?” I asked.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Kiera. Please eat something.
I know you didn’t eat anything on the plane.”
She picked up a fry and placed it in her
mouth. I watched her chew slowly, then swallow. “There. Does
that make you feel better?”
“It does. I bet it makes you feel
better, too.”
She shrugged. “They do have good
fries.”
I grinned at her. “Yes, they
do. Good burgers, too.” I nodded at the untouched cheeseburger.
Kiera sighed and picked up the
burger. She took a huge bite. And another. And another, until
the entire burger had disappeared.
“IDIOT!” she yelled, through the last
mouthful.
I made a face and cocked my head towards
the bedroom. I didn’t want to shush her, but my nephew needed rest.
“Sorry.” She bit her lip.
“I’m just such an idiot,” she whispered.
“Hey, no, you’re not. He’s an
idiot. And Kiley’s an idiot, but you’re far from it.”
“I am. I should’ve seen it.
Why did it take me so long?”
“Stop doing this to yourself, Kiera.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Eat. Sleep. Take care of
yourself. We’ll figure everything else out in the morning. I’m
going to get the rest of the stuff from the car, okay?”
She nodded.
I stepped out of the apartment and went
back down to my car to grab the rest of her things. The pack n’ play was
still in the trunk, and Skylar was going to need that to sleep. When I
reentered the apartment, Kiera was still seated at the table, but I noticed the
fries were gone.
“I can help you with that,” she said as I
opened the box.
“I got this. You go take a shower, okay?
You can borrow some of my pajamas.”
She nodded and went into the
bathroom.
I had the play yard set up in no
time. Kiera came out of the bathroom wearing one of my ratty old high
school t-shirts and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung off her slender frame.
As she began helping me unpack some of the shopping bags, we heard movement in
the other apartment.
“Is that her?” Kiera asked.
I nodded, opening a set of play yard
sheets.
“What do you think she’s doing?”
“Baking.”
“At this time of night?”
“Yeah, it’s sort of how she winds down, I
think.”
We were silent for a minute. Kiera
pulled out one of the shirts I bought her and
William W. Johnstone
Suzanne Brockmann
Kizzie Waller
Kate Hardy
Sophie Wintner
Celia Kyle, Lauren Creed
Renee Field
Chris Philbrook
Josi S. Kilpack
Alex Wheatle