A pause, a hesitation, and she knew they had to be kissing. Kara wanted to talk, to knock something over, click off the light, do something to let them know she was there and could hear them. They were being so quiet, but not quiet enough, and she didn’t want to hear, because the truth was, she did begrudge him the happiness Miss Aritomo gave him. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t stop it from hurting. Every longing glance or sweet word between them was a reminder to Kara that her mother was dead.
“Yuuka,” her father said, his voice a rasp, obviously breaking their kiss, “I believe I’m falling in love with you.”
Kara’s mouth fell open, her chest tightening with grief. The pencil fell from her hand. Fair or not, hearing the words hurt her deeply. Her ears burned, face flushing, and she reached out and turned off the light.
Outside, low voices dropped to nearly silent whispers.
Ignoring the rest of her homework, Kara crawled onto her bed and pulled her knees up to her chest, staring wide-eyed at shadows. A few minutes later, when her father rapped softly at her door and spoke her name, she remained silent and did not invite him in.
6
O n Thursday morning, Kara’s father woke her before her alarm could go off. She drew a deep breath, only vaguely aware of the conscious world, eyelids fluttering, and then she felt his grip on her shoulder, jostling her.
“Kara, get up,” he said.
Even in that blurry, not-quite-awake state, she noticed the edge in his voice. Not anger, but concern-a little fear, perhaps-and she forced herself to open her eyes. Her father sat on the edge of the bed, barely seeming to weigh the mattress down, and for the first time, she noticed that he had become even thinner since they had arrived in Japan. Local cuisine didn’t really allow for a lot of extra weight. Her mother had called her dad “the stork,” but now he looked even more like a bird than ever. Tall and thin, sometimes awkward, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stared at her.
“You awake now?” he asked.
“Define ‘awake.’”
Rob Harper didn’t even crack a smile. That was when Kara knew the morning had brought trouble. And even as that thought entered her mind, she remembered the night before, listening to her father and Miss Aritomo outside as they said good night after their date-hearing her dad tell the art teacher that he loved her. Her own smile vanished, and now they regarded each other with mutually grim expressions. Last night, he had knocked as if to ask her permission to enter, though he hadn’t. This morning, it seemed any reluctance he might have felt about confronting her about her eavesdropping, and about his feelings for Miss Aritomo, had passed.
“We need to talk,” her father said.
“Dad,” Kara began. “It’s not like I was eavesdropping. You guys were hardly even whispering, and my window is right there. I couldn’t help-”
But he frowned, waving away her concerns. Anything she might have to say about the prior evening would apparently have to wait.
“You need to get up, honey. We’ve got to get you over to the school right away.”
For the first time, Kara bothered to look at the clock, and realized he had woken her nearly an hour before she normally would have gotten up. The light coming through her window had seemed dim when she had opened her eyes, but she had assumed they were in for another overcast day. Now she realized that it was only the hour that made it seem gloomy in her bedroom.
“What is it?” she asked, searching her father’s dark eyes.
“Mr. Yamato wants to speak with you,” he replied.
Which was when she realized that her brain wasn’t translating. She cocked her head to study him. “You aren’t speaking Japanese.”
He gave a small shake of his head. “Not this morning, I’m not.”
Startled, she flinched. “Wait, are you angry with me for something?”
“Not now, Kara.”
“I didn’t do anything. I already said-”
Irritated, he sighed and stood, throwing up his hands in surrender. “Could you please just get in the shower? If you saw or heard something you didn’t want to last night, that’s going to have to wait until later. Right now we have more important issues to deal with.”
More important than you falling in love? she wanted to say, but didn’t. Obviously, as far as her father was concerned, this-whatever it might be- was more important. That started her thoughts churning.
Kara threw back her sheets. The sun had started to brighten outside and the breeze that came through the window felt almost too warm. Judging by the morning, Thursday was shaping up to be an absolutely brutal day.
“Fine,” she snapped, climbing out of bed.
Her father blinked, a glimmer of regret in his eyes, perhaps reminded by her tone that they were supposed to be allies, not enemies.
“Sorry,” he said. “It’s just an ugly situation, and we’re supposed to be there in forty-five minutes.”
Frustrated, Kara cocked her hip, staring at him. “What is an ugly situation? You’re talking in riddles!”
His expression turned darker still. “It looks like we have another runaway.”
Kara froze, icy fingers closing on her heart. The shadows seemed to shift with malign intent in the corners of her room. Outside, the sky had brightened and the air felt close and thick around her.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“A girl named Wakana something. She lives in the dorm. From what Mr. Yamato said, some of the students are suggesting she was Daisuke’s girlfriend, that it’s likely they ran away together. Her parents live in Tokyo, but he’s a local boy, and his family apparently didn’t approve of him dating. I don’t know. I don’t have all the details, but-”
“But it sounds plausible,” Kara interrupted.
“As much as anything.”
For a moment, she felt relieved. There was some logic to these theories. She could imagine it happening that way, and that made her feel a little better, until she remembered that her father had said Mr. Yamato wanted to see her, specifically.
“What does that have to do with me?”
Rob Harper regarded his daughter with concern, but she saw other emotions in his eyes and wondered if any of them were suspicion.
“Wakana’s roommate flipped out, apparently. She’s told some wild stories. She also claims that if Mr. Yamato wants to know what happened to the missing kids, he should ask you.”
Kara’s mouth dropped open. It took a moment for her brain to start working again, and then she narrowed her eyes, nostrils flaring. “This roommate? Are we talking about Mai Genji?”
He nodded. “That’s her.”
“She’s nuts,” Kara said, wondering just how much detail Ume had given when she had told Mai about the events of the spring.
But her dismissive, angry tone didn’t seem to influence her father. Instead, he appeared troubled by her speaking Mai’s name. Then it struck her just how much damage something like this could do to his standing at the school. Simply to have his daughter called in to see Mr. Yamato was an embarrassment to her father, but if the principal thought Kara had anything at all to do with these students vanishing, it would dishonor him greatly. It might even endanger his job.
“How bad is this for you?” she asked, switching to Japanese for the first time that morning.
He hesitated before also changing to Japanese. “Go on,” he said. “Jump in the shower. We’ll talk more on the way over there.”
Kara did as he had asked, hurrying to get cleaned up and dressed. At first, all she could think about was the
