and no matter what Harper might have planned for today, her family always came first.
“We tried calling your house, since we know you’re away at school, but nobody answered, and we just don’t know what to do anymore,” Becky said in one hurried breath.
“It’s fine,” Harper insisted. “Really. What’s going on? Is something wrong with my mom?”
“She’s been very anxious since you took her to the play on Saturday, and we’ve been trying to calm her down,” Becky said. “We didn’t want to bother you, but it’s been four days, and nothing’s worked.”
“Anxious?” Harper sat down on the bed, next to her book bag. “Like how? What is she doing?”
“She’s been repeating lines from plays on and off, and she’s more confused than normal,” Becky explained. “We can’t get her to sit still or eat or even take her meds. And she’s been talking about you and your sister a lot, too.”
Harper pushed her hair back off her forehead and exhaled. “You want me to come down and see what I can do?”
“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble. We’re really at our wits’ end here, and we need to get her to take her pills.”
“No, it’s no problem.” She forced a smile even though there was no one there to see it. “I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
One added advantage of being in Sundham is that it was only ten minutes away from Briar Ridge. She was farther from home, but it made for quicker trips to see her mom.
This wasn’t the first time that Harper had to drop what she was doing and rush out to take care of her mother, but it had been a long time. Nathalie had calmed some in recent years, but lately, everything seemed to be off-kilter with her.
Maybe it was Harper’s fault for taking Nathalie to the play. It had been a long time since she’d been back to Capri. But even before the play, Nathalie had been acting strangely. The visit with Brian two and a half weeks ago must’ve triggered something in her.
While she raced to Briar Ridge from Sundham, Harper blasted the radio and sang along with it, trying to calm herself since she’d already been nervous when Becky had called. This was definitely not the way she had envisioned her Wednesday going, but she had to do the right thing. Her mom needed her.
As soon as Becky opened the door, Harper could hear Nathalie, telling them that she needed to get going.
“You’ve all been very nice, but I need to get home. I have to make supper for my husband and kids,” Nathalie was saying firmly.
“She thinks she has to take care of her family?” Harper asked Becky in a low voice, careful so Nathalie wouldn’t hear her.
Becky smiled thinly at her. “She’s been going on about it all day. Maybe you can have a go at her.”
“Sure.”
Harper went into the house and followed the sound of her mother’s voice. She discovered her in the living room, where Nathalie was talking to another woman who worked at the group home. Her long, shapeless dress billowed out behind her as she paced.
Nathalie’s hair was greasy and tangled, like it hadn’t been washed or brushed, which was unusual as she was normally a very clean person. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and her lips appeared dry and chapped. This was the worst Harper had seen her in ages.
“What’s going on here?” Harper asked with as much cheer as she could muster, and the staff member quietly excused herself, leaving Harper alone to calm her mother.
“I’ve been visiting with these nice girls, and they’ve been so kind, but I have to get going.” Nathalie stopped walking enough to look at Harper for help. “My husband will be expecting me soon, and my daughters will be home from school. I have to make supper.”
Harper smiled and tried to keep her words soothing. “Mom, I am your daughter.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Nathalie laughed, then returned to her pacing. “You’re much too old to be my daughter.”
“How old do you think your daughters are?” Harper asked.
“Harper turned nine this past January, and Gemma just turned seven.” Nathalie smiled when she talked about them, appearing genuinely happy for a few seconds, before fear flickered in her golden eyes.
“Mom.” She stepped in front of Nathalie, blocking her path and forcing her to stop and look at her. “I
“No, you’re not.” Nathalie shook her head and smiled uneasily. “You’re … a woman. My daughter is a child. And I’m starting to think this joke isn’t very funny. Now, I need to be going.” She tried to brush past her, but Harper gently put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
“Nathalie, you don’t have anywhere to be.” Harper smiled and kept her tone light. “Your husband took your kids out for supper. You’re fine here. If you had fun visiting today, why don’t we visit for a while?”
“I don’t want to visit.” Nathalie stepped away from Harper and rubbed her arm. Her eyes darted around the room. “I want to go.”
“Let’s sit down.” Harper sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her.
Nathalie shook her head. “I’m not sitting down.”
“So what have you been doing today?” Harper asked, hoping that changing the subject might relax her mom.
“I already told you,” she snapped. “I was visiting with these girls, and I have to remember.”
“What?”
Nathalie had begun pacing again, and she rubbed her temple. “I have to remember to tell them to wash it away.”
“Tell who to wash it away?” Harper asked. She stared up, her eyes following her mother as she frantically walked in circles.
“She’ll know what it means.” Nathalie waved her off. “You don’t need to worry about it.”
“Okay. I won’t worry,” Harper said.
Nathalie stopped suddenly and looked around the room like she had no idea where she was. “Where are my girls? Is Bernie watching them?”
“Bernie?” Harper asked, surprised to hear Nathalie mention him.
Before the accident, her mother had been friends with Bernie McAllister, but she’d hardly mentioned him in the near decade since. He’d even visited her many times, especially when Harper and Gemma had been younger, and it had been hard for their dad to take them.
But every time he’d come in with them, Nathalie had asked who he was without any hint of recognition. It was as if he’d been erased from her memories. Until now.
“Is he watching them?” Nathalie paused. “I have a date tonight with my husband, so Bernie must be watching them.” She nodded, as if to convince herself.
“You remember Bernie, Mom?” Harper asked.
“Of course I do.” She looked down at Harper like she was a crazy person. “Why do you keep calling me Mom?”
“Sorry. It was an accident.” Harper gave her a sheepish smile. “Do you remember your husband? Brian?”
Nathalie stared off and rubbed the back of her neck. “Bernie’s the one who told me, you know.”
“Told you what?”
“I already said!” She shot her a glare. “If you aren’t gonna pay attention, then I might as well go.”
“You can’t go anywhere, Nathalie. You live here,” Harper reminded her gently.
“I do not. Why are you lying to me?” Nathalie’s voice grew louder the more agitated she got, and she was nearly shouting now. “Why do you keep lying to me?”
“I’m not lying to you,” Harper said evenly. “Will you please just sit down?”
“No. I won’t sit down.” Nathalie shook her head and stomped her foot. “Not when all of you are lying and conspiring, and you’re out to get my daughters.”
“Nobody is out to get your daughters,” Harper tried to reassure her.
“You are! Don’t you lie to me!” Nathalie was screaming now, her pale cheeks were bright red, and her eyes
