It Takes a Family

Clearly they were all leery of her and her motives for being there, so Karis opted for getting to the point.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

As she said that, she wondered for the first time if they would consider the news bad. Maybe they wouldn’t.

“I needed to tell you all that Dad…”

She stalled. Somehow referring to him like that seemed proprietary and she was afraid his first family would take offense.

“That your dad…”

But he was her father, too, so that was weird.

“Well, your dad and mine…”

No, that wasn’t good, either…

“It’s okay,” Luke said in a calming voice. “Just tell them.”

Grateful to him once more—this time for the steadying influence—Karis swallowed and took his advice. “There was an explosion in Denver six weeks ago. Dad…and Lea…were killed.”

The response of the other Pratts varied, but none were too overt. Some eyebrows rose. Some mouths gaped slightly. Some faces paled. No one appeared unaffected or as if they were glad to hear it, but there weren’t any tears, either.

Again, after a few moments of silent shock, it was Cam who spoke. “What happened?”

Karis took a measured breath and said, “Lea had done something that caused a lot of problems for a lot of people—”

“Isn’t that hard to believe,” Boone, one of the triplets, said sarcastically under his breath.

His tone made Karis even more uncomfortable, but she didn’t show it. She recognized that he had a right to think badly of Lea and thought that maybe she should let them know she was aware of her sister’s misdeeds.

“Luke told me this morning what Lea did the day she left here, so I know none of you think much of her—”

Once more, Karis paused to consider what she was going to say. She didn’t want any of the people in the room to think worse of her sister than they already did. In fact, it suddenly seemed important for them to understand Lea, if only a little.

So rather than rushing into telling them more about the explosion that had taken lives, she said, “I’m sorry for what Lea did to you. I know that probably doesn’t mean much but if you really knew Lea, you’d know how truly messed up she was. She had drug problems from the time she was a teenager. She’d clean up her act for a while and be great—personable and sweet and fun and kind and…”

Karis’s eyes welled up at the memory of her sister. She didn’t want to break down, though, so she fought not to and went on.

“I think that was the Lea you all met. And knew while she was here. While she was pregnant. The clean and sober Lea. The Lea I always hoped would prevail. The trouble was, that just never seemed to happen. She couldn’t stay off the drugs and when she was doing them…” Karis shrugged helplessly. “Well, she wasn’t that same person.”

Karis could see in the expressions of her half siblings that there still wasn’t much sympathy for her sister, so she gave up trying to elicit any and forged ahead.

“Abe—the man Lea left Luke for—” Karis gave Luke an apologetic glance over her shoulder before focusing on everyone else again. “Abe had his own drug problems, but when they got back to Denver they both swore they were staying clean. For Amy’s sake. I believed them and, from everything I saw, they actually were sober until about a month before the explosion. I’d gotten Lea a job and she had been coming to work every day, not doing anything that alarmed me.” Although Karis knew now that she’d been naive. “But that month before, Abe lost his job,” she said. “And that must have been when things started to break down again.”

Karis didn’t want to get into much about how the general breakdown had affected her own situation, so she cut to the chase.

“Like I said, Lea had done something that affected a lot of people and Dad went looking for her. I say looking for her because when he went to where she and Abe had been living, he found out they’d been evicted a week earlier—which I didn’t know, either, but it made sense because Lea had asked if Amy could stay with me for a few days right around the same time. Luckily Amy was still with me when Dad found Lea and Abe.”

Karis hadn’t realized it, but she’d been hugging Amy and apparently her grip on the baby was too tight, because Amy began to squirm.

Karis loosened her hold and kissed the crown of Amy’s head as compensation.

Then she went on. “Dad found Lea and Abe living in a mobile home out in the middle of nowhere. Lea, Abe and another man. But they weren’t only living in the trailer, they were also making methamphetamine there, to use themselves and to sell on the street. When Dad showed up, the other man went outside rather than be in the middle of a family fight. He could hear and see what was going on inside, though, and according to him, Dad and Lea argued and then Abe got into it, too. It became physical—”

Amy was getting antsy and Karis took a cracker from a sandwich bag she had in her pocket and gave it to the baby.

She took a deep breath and continued. “I don’t know anything about the setup of a meth lab, but apparently it’s volatile and dangerous. In the struggle between Dad and Abe, something happened that caused the explosion. The man outside was thrown and hurt, but he lived to tell what happened. Dad, Lea and Abe were all killed.”

Another moment’s silence fell and Karis let her final statement stand alone.

Then, as if he were doing an interrogation, Cam said, “And you say this all happened six weeks ago?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re just now getting around to letting us know?” Cam said.

“There were so many complications and problems that I was left with,” Karis said, still not wanting to get into everything at the moment. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t think you should be told over the telephone by someone you’d never even met. I thought you all deserved to hear it in person, but this is the first I could get away.”

“Was there a funeral?” Mara asked quietly but also with a note of insult that there might have been and they hadn’t been invited.

“No,” Karis was quick to tell her. “This isn’t pretty and I’m sorry to have to say it, but the explosion caused an inferno in the trailer. There were no remains—”

“That’s a little convenient,” Cam said under his breath.

Obviously he thought she was trying to pull something.

But before Karis could respond, Luke said, “I called the Denver police for verification. She’s telling the truth about the explosion and about the aftermath. Because the trailer was far from any fire station—or anything else for that matter—by the time the explosion and fire were called in and firefighters arrived, there was nothing but ash and the injured man to tell the story. Forensics sifted through the rubble and found enough in the way of gold tooth fillings, some other dental work, and a few bone fragments, to confirm that your father and Lea were killed.”

“So there wasn’t anything to bury,” Neily concluded with a grimace.

“And I couldn’t arrange a memorial service,” Karis said. “There just wasn’t…a way,” she finished, faltering to keep from saying there hadn’t been money for any kind of service, along with the fact that she’d been left in such a predicament that she hadn’t been able to do anything but try to dig out of it.

Then, again thinking of their feelings, she said, “Of course, if you want to have something—”

“Is that why you’re here?” Cam asked, cutting her off. “So we’ll do something or give you the money to do something?”

He definitely thought she had an angle.

“No,” Karis said. “I only meant that if it would make you all feel better to have some sort of service—”

“It’s tough to mourn somebody you didn’t know,” another of the triplets—Taylor—said.

Karis nodded again. “I didn’t really think you’d want to have any kind of memorial or anything. I just thought you all should know what had happened.”

“That’s the only thing you came for?” Cam asked. “Just to tell us?”

Karis didn’t want to lie to them and then, in a day or two, let them know that wasn’t the only thing she’d come for, that she also owned their house and needed to use it to get herself the rest of the way out of the trouble Lea had left her in. But she also knew this was not the time to get into the other reason she’d come to Northbridge. So rather than give a direct answer, she decided it was best to get in and get out. She’d gotten in, told them the first half of what she’d come to tell them, and now it was time to get out before she actually did say anything more.