his son anymore. I wanted him to know it wasn’t that easy to just leave the past behind.”
A chill passed up Janet’s back. “You really thought he didn’t want you to be his son?”
“He cut me off, Janet. He cut me off.”
Janet paced back and forth. Something welled inside her, a hot mixture of anger and grief. “My God, Michael. You killed Justin. You killed him.”
“An accident-”
“All these years. A man went to jail. All these years…we didn’t know. We didn’t do anything. I thought…”
“Janet.”
Janet bent double at the waist, as though racked by a sharp pain. She felt sick, nauseated. She stayed like that, hands on knees, breathing deeply, trying to regain her equilibrium. She didn’t know how long she remained in that position before she was able to straighten up again. Her sides hurt.
“Oh, Michael.”
It was all she could say.
“Janet, it was an accident.”
Janet took a couple of steps closer to Michael. She worked up to it. She didn’t know if she could bring herself to do it, to reach out to him. The man who killed her brother. But he was Michael, too. Always Michael. Always the boy she knew and loved. She knelt down next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“What do you want to do now?” she asked.
He took a moment to answer, then said, “I came to say good-bye. I wanted you to know all of this before I left, but I need to go.”
Janet took her hand away. “Go?”
“I have to,” he said. “Ray’s talking to the police right now. Whose hide do you think he’s going to save? Mine or his? It’s his fault this happened, Janet. All of it. Do you think your mother instigated the affair? Do you think she started it?”
Janet stood up. “Michael, you have to tell the police. Let’s call Detective Stynes and clear this up. An innocent man went to jail.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You were seven years old. You didn’t mean it. We’ll tell Stynes, and they’ll work it out. You have to face what happened.”
Michael shook his head. His eyes were on the forest floor, the intensity of his shaking growing. It looked mechanical and regimented. “I won’t go to jail, Janet,” he said. “Not even a little bit. I’ve had a taste of that before.”
“You have?”
“I can’t,” he said. “Not for something Ray did.”
“You did it, Michael. Yes, Ray is to blame. He should have helped you. He’s to blame as well. He manipulated us, told us not to tell the whole truth about that day. But you have to come clean.”
Michael buried his head in his hands. He rubbed his hands over his face, then spoke in a muffled voice. “Let me go, Janet. I’m just going to leave. You can get out of here and make it back to your life and your kid and even your dad. You have your job and your benefits and the whole thing. Right? I don’t have any of that. I have to go. Just get out of here, and come tomorrow, I’ll be gone.”
“Gone for good?” Janet asked.
Michael lowered his hands. He didn’t speak, but he nodded.
They didn’t touch or hug. Janet just turned and walked back up the path, out of the clearing and the woods.
Chapter Fifty-four
Janet saw figures coming down the path, at least five of them. She thought she recognized something familiar about the one in front, something about the way he walked with his shoulders a little slumped. They all came closer to her, and despite the darkness and isolation of the woods, she didn’t feel afraid.
“Janet?”
“Detective Stynes?” she asked.
“Are you okay?”
Behind Stynes stood four uniformed officers, their thick frames looking like solid blocks in the dark night.
“I’m okay,” Janet said.
“Are you alone?” Stynes asked.
Janet didn’t hesitate. “Michael Bower is back there.”
Stynes turned to the uniformed officers and made a gesture with his hand. Without saying anything else, the four of them moved past Janet in the darkness, heading down the path toward Michael. She turned and watch them go, almost wishing she could stop them. But they had to do what they had to do. And Michael had to face his past.
“Janet?” Stynes said. “Is there something wrong?”
She turned back to the detective. “How did you know where I was?”
“Ashleigh called me,” he said. “She woke up and saw you weren’t in the house, so she got worried. She thought something happened to you.”
“How did you know to find me here?” Janet asked.
“We saw the car wasn’t gone,” Stynes said. “Ashleigh thought you might have come over here. It seemed like a hunch worth following. We thought Michael Bower might be here as well.”
“It’s strange. I never come here,” Janet said.
“Maybe it’s different now,” Stynes said.
Janet agreed. It was all different.
Janet pointed down the path. “Michael,” she said. “He’s…he told me something. He told me a story about the day Justin died.”
Stynes reached out and touched her shoulder. “I heard the same story from his father this evening. We’ll take care of it.” He paused. “And I’m sorry. I know it’s a hell of a thing to find out after all these years.”
“Do you think it’s true?” Janet asked. “Just because Ray said it…”
“And Michael just corroborated it, right?”
Janet nodded. The dark made it difficult to see Stynes’s face. He seemed to have his head lowered, to be looking at the ground.
“I think that’s it,” he said. “I do.” Stynes started down the path. He turned and looked back at Janet. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. “Do you need anything?”
“I’m fine. Can I just go home?”
“Go ahead,” Stynes said. “But you’ll be hearing from us soon. Okay?”
As the detective disappeared, Janet started up the path. When she emerged from the woods, she saw Ashleigh.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
Janet folded Ashleigh into her arms, kissing the top of her daughter’s head as they hugged.
“Thanks for looking out for me, kid,” Janet said.
“Somebody has to,” Ashleigh said. Then she said, “You’ve always done it for me.”
Janet pulled her close, felt the girl’s warmth against her body. “I guess we need each other, don’t we?”
“It looks that way.”
They started for home, walking arm in arm.
“I told Kevin you want him to come over for dinner,” Ashleigh said. “He’s up for it, so long as you know he and I are just friends.”
“For now?”
“For now.”
