The Letters - Part 3

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Recap - Part 1 and 2

Lucie's brother, Ryder, discovered some letters that explain the mysterious disappearance of their mother when they were young. On his way to the city to investigate, the bus he is on is involved in a crash and he blacks out. Lucie searches for Ryder, beginning at the school where she has an interesting conversation with Mr. Taylor.

She rides her bike around town until she finds Justin. He gives her another clue about Ryder's disappearance. She persuades him to go to the police and report what he knows.

Part 3

She biked toward home lost in thought. One day she had gone to school and her mother was there. When she came home she was gone. No one told her what happened and when she asked her dad, he changed the subject. He’d taken good care of them but it wasn’t the same as having a mother, especially for a girl.

There were some things you just couldn’t talk to a dad about. Sometimes she imagined coming home and her mother would be waiting in the chair by the window like she used to. Over the years her dad worked more and more until it was like he had left them too. There had been a lot of nannies, but no one stayed for long.

Right now there was a housekeeper that sometimes made dinner, but it was Lucie that made sure they had groceries and clean clothes to wear to school. Frustration welled up inside her and she pushed it into the big hole in her chest.

It would be nice to have at least one parent, she thought.“Hey Dad, I’m home, is there news?” called Lucie as she walked in the door, setting her purse on the sideboard in the dimly lit entry. She walked down the narrow hall to the kitchen at the back of the house.“I’m up here,” he answered from Ryder’s room. She found him sitting on Ryder’s bed with his head in his hands. His face was strained, the lines in his forehead chiseled deep and his work uniform was crumpled and dirty. A bundle of letters tied with a red ribbon sat on the bed beside him.

“What’s happened? Oh god, is it bad news?”

“It‘ll’ be ok,” he reassured her, pulling her into a big hug. “Ryder was digging in the attic and found something. I think he might be… “ He couldn’t finish his sentence. “ I think he went to the city to try and find your mother,” he breathed. “I just got a call from the hospital, there was an accident with the bus and he’s in emerg, we need to go.”

“What? Ryder is hurt? He was going to the city? You knew where she went and you didn’t tell us! You couldn’t think that we might want to……need to know where our mother went?” she pulled away from his arms. “What is wrong with you?”

“I know I should’ve told you guys, but she didn’t want me to say where she was. You were so small and I didn’t want to hurt you. She left with another guy, an old friend of mine. I was so angry, I wanted to punish her,” he said quietly with tears in his eyes. “She said she wanted a new start and they moved to the city. I didn’t even know these old letters existed. I guess he had been writing her for years.”

“I hate you, I really hate you,” she yelled and ran into the hallway. “You’re such a total jerk!” She was crying so hard she didn’t see the magazine on the stairs.

When she stepped on it she went shooting out into the stairwell, flying and tumbling over and over to the bottom where she lay like a pile of laundry.

See The Letters - Part 4 for more.

This story is Fiction. It was created entirely from my imagination. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.

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