Main, he noticed a man in blue coveralls sweeping the sidewalk in front of a café. He didnât give it much thought until he caught sight of the guyâs profile. From the side, he looked familiar.
Brandon tried to check him out, but he pushed his broom around the corner, disappearing from view.
His dad?
No, it couldnât be. His old man had probably drunk himself to death by now. Besides, what would he be doing in Fairbrook? He didnât have any family or friends here.
âDaddy?â
Brandon glanced in the rearview mirror at Callie, who sat in her car seat in back. âYes, honey?â
âHow come the light is green and youâre not going?â
Oh, for Peteâs sake. Brandon glanced at the traffic light, saw that it wasnât going to get any greener, and started across the street.
âI canât wait to go to Chuck E. Cheeseâs,â Callie said. âItâs the funnest place in the world.â
Ever since leaving Sugar Plum Lane, the little girl had been chattering up a storm. But it wasnât the child he wanted to talk to right now; it was her mother, who was clearly up to something.
The divorce had been an unexpected blow, but heâd gone along with it, thinking that a fight wasnât in anyoneâs best interest. Then Amy had insisted upon moving back to the townhome in Del Mar, which left him living alone in a sprawling four-bedroom executive house in La Jolla with a killer view, where he only returned at night to sleep.
Of course, heâd been sleeping like crap ever since Amy and Callie moved out. What had gotten into the woman whoâd once been so levelheaded and predictable? Sheâd morphed into a woman he no longer knew.
âIâll call and explain,â sheâd told him.
But when? Next week?
He slipped on the Bluetooth, then called her cell instead. The phone rang several times before Amy finally answered.
âHello?â
âDid you lose your phone? You were supposed to call me.â
âNo, Iâ¦â
Brandon meant to be patient. He really did. But he couldnât help pressing for an answer. âWhatâs going on, Amy?â
She blew out a sigh, as though that simple explanation wasnât so simple after all. âRemember how I told you that my mother had been searching for her biological family?â
Vaguely, but heâd been pretty busy and hadnât paid a lot of attention to things that hadnât concerned him. He couldnât admit that, though, so he said, âYes, I remember.â
âWell, I decided to pick up the search where she left off as a tribute to her.â
Brandon furrowed his brow. âI still donât get it, Amy. What are you doing? Looking for ghosts in a haunted house?â
She laughed, the lilt of her voice more of a balm on his raw and ragged emotions than anything else had been since sheâd moved out, which included having more than his share of stiff drinks, slamming a fist through the wall once, and burying himself in more work.
âIn a way,â she admitted, âthatâs exactly what Iâm doing.â
Okay, sheâd really gone off the deep end. He again glanced in the rearview mirror, making eye contact with the little girl theyâd created, a beautiful child with her mommyâs blond hair and expressive blue eyes.
A daughter that still bound them together, whether Amy liked it or not.
So he said, âIâm still waiting for that simple explanation you promised.â
She inhaled, then let out a slow and steady breath. âI followed the trail to a woman named Barbara Rucker, who grew up in the house where you found me today.â
âWhatâd you do? Break in?â
âNo, Iâm there legally.â
That was a relief, although his wife was so honest that her mom used to say she wouldnât take a shortcut home. But after all theyâd been through the past few months? Who knew what sheâd
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