A Texas Family. Linda Warren
screwed the cap back onto the bottle, and her hand shook slightly. He knew she was reliving that day. At that moment he knew she wasn’t lying. For the first time, he was torn between family and the truth.
Like everyone else in Willow Creek, he’d never really thought about what had happened to Jena’s baby. He’d listened to what his father had said about the baby’s paternity and put Jena Brooks out of his mind. When he returned home from the Marines for good, the murder cases had been closed and everyone had moved on. Now...
“I woke up to labor pains ripping through my body. I was under a sheet, and my maternity jeans and shoes had been removed. Minnie gave me more stuff to drink, and it helped the pain. Then I heard the word breech, and another voice said, ‘Let her die.’ It was Asa.”
Both of her hands gripped the bottle. “I felt as if my insides were being yanked out of my body. Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, I heard the baby cry. I held out my arms, wanting to hold it, and I heard Asa again. ‘I got it,’ he said. That’s when I knew they were taking my baby. I screamed and tried to get up. I was so weak I blacked out. When I woke up, I was fully clothed. I got up, intending to find my baby. Roland and Curly were there. I fought them, and Roland slapped me and told me to shut up or Asa would kill me. He told my mother the same thing. She got me out of Willow Creek that night.”
“Why didn’t you call the sheriff?”
“I was a teenager and scared. My father had just killed Jared Corbett. No one was going to believe me. Just like you don’t believe me now.”
“It’s a lot to take in.” The sun was going down in the west, bathing them in a soft glow, and it seemed strange talking to her, the daughter of the man who’d killed his brother. Yet, in another way he felt something he couldn’t explain. It was her. He was riveted by her soft voice and heartfelt emotions.
“You said you wanted evidence I’d been at the Bar C.” Her voice interrupted his troubled thoughts. “In the basement there’s a rack for rods and reels on one wall. Football jerseys hang on hooks. One has Jared printed on the back and the other has Carson. A beautiful armoire and matching headboard are stored in a corner. Boxes labeled Caroline are stacked next to it.”
“They belonged to my mother,” he said, startling himself. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“There’s a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a long string to turn it on and off,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “I bled a lot during the birth, and some dripped onto the floor. Minnie tried to wipe it up with bleach. I know because I heard her tell Roland she needed more bleach to clean up the blood. I bet the stain is still on the concrete. As you go down the stairs, it would be on the far left. The bed, towels and sheets I’m sure were burned.”
“I’ll check it out,” he said through a dry throat. He took a moment and gauged his next words. “I don’t understand why you’re coming back now. It’s been...what? Almost nine years?”
“When I heard Asa had had a stroke, I knew this was my last chance to find my child. If he dies, his secret will die with him. I’m not afraid of him anymore, either. I just want the child who was taken from me.”
“May I ask you a question?”
“What?”
“Please don’t take offense, but why was my dad so sure the baby wasn’t Jared’s?”
“Jared said Roland filled Asa’s head with nonsense, like he’d seen me out with this guy or that guy.”
“And that wasn’t true?”
“No. Jared was my only boyfriend, but more than that, he was my friend.”
It would be callous to point out that her father had shot Jared in cold blood. They’d talked enough for today. He had a lot of thinking to do.
“Thank you for your candor, Ms. Brooks. I’ll be in touch.” He got in his vehicle and drove away.
Conflicting thoughts warred inside him. Could his father do something so barbaric?
He returned home, his thoughts directed inward. Aunt Fran was in the kitchen. “Supper’s almost ready,” she called.
“I have to check something in the basement first.”
“We caught that mouse.”
“I’m just checking.” He took the narrow steps two at a time. It was dark now, so he moved slowly when he got to the bottom, reaching for the string. He pulled it and light flooded the basement. Everything was just as she’d described. He walked toward the left side of the room and saw it. A large dark spot—her blood.
Oh, God. A pain shot through him. She wasn’t lying. She’d given birth in this basement. What had his father done with the child?
* * *
JENA PUSHED THE mower to the shed in the back. It was too dark to mow now. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her conversation with Carson. Even as farfetched as her story sounded, she got the feeling he believed her. And, to her dismay, she understood his reluctance to talk to his father.
For years she’d dreamed of revenge, but after a few hours in Willow Creek she was surprised to find her desire for it wasn’t as strong as before. She needed only peace now. Asa Corbett was already in hell—stoking the fire would accomplish nothing. She just wanted information about her child. Carson would get that.
Jared had often said his older brother was the heroic type, the kind who would rescue a kitten from a burning building without any thought to his own safety. He was honest and straightforward. Jena had already sensed those qualities in him. Even though it would hurt his family, he would do the right thing. He’d confront his father.
Jena had to put her trust in Carson, and she found the thought oddly disturbing and uplifting at the same time.
Hilary swerved into the driveway, headlights blinding Jena. Jumping out, Hil said, “Hey, sis, I brought chicken-fried steaks for supper.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had Mabel’s chicken-fried steak.”
“Then you’re in for a treat. I brought chocolate pie with mile-high meringue, too.”
They walked toward the steps, and Hil suddenly stopped. “Didn’t get the yard mowed, huh?”
“Why didn’t you buy a self-propelled mower?”
Hil shrugged. “They cost more, and the guys usually mow, but they’ve been busy. I thought I’d get it done by the time you arrived.”
“I did the back, and, believe me, my muscles will be protesting tomorrow. As I was pushing that blasted thing to the front, the constable drove up.”
“What did Carson want?”
“To ask questions about that night.”
“Is he going to do anything?”
“Yes. I believe he is.”
“Hmm. You sound different than you did this morning. Are you developing a soft spot for the constable?”
“Of course not. Don’t be silly.”
“If you say so. But he’s s-o-o good-looking if you like tall, strong and masculine.”
“Shut up.” She held the door open and Hil laughed, walking inside.
“Hey, Mama, time for supper,” Hil shouted.
Norma clicked off the television. “I wondered where you girls were.”
“She seems fine,” Hil whispered in the kitchen.
“She’s been that way all afternoon.”
“Told you. It comes and goes.”
Hil ran around the kitchen in her cute cowgirl boots like a bunny on steroids, putting the meal on the