Daddy's Christmas Miracle. Rebecca Winters
to her family that after waiting twenty-six years to get their little baby back, Kathryn had returned a grown woman who needed her family desperately, but secretly needed her independence, too.
They’d lost all that time with each other. So had she, with them. It was only natural for her to live with them and bask in their love, but it couldn’t go on forever.
Kit Talbot McFarland, Kathryn’s sister-in-law, knew exactly how Kathryn felt. She, too, had been kidnapped as a baby in the same bizarre case twenty-six years earlier, and had been found a few months before Kathryn. But in the process she’d met Cord, one of Kathryn’s two older brothers. It wasn’t long before they were married and now had a little girl and another baby on the way.
From the beginning Kathryn shared a unique bond with Kit. She, too, suffered untold guilt for not spending more time with her birth parents and family, who lived in California. Kit and Kathryn were painfully aware that both sets of parents, the McFarlands and the Talbots, had suffered “empty arms syndrome” for more than two decades.
To some degree, Kit’s two-year-old daughter helped satisfy that ache in the Talbots’ lives, but Kathryn had no husband or children. She wasn’t even close to starting her own family. Which was why Kathryn’s parents couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t continue to live with them in their home in Federal Heights, only a few miles from the plaza.
They didn’t outwardly pressure her. It was more the pleading in their eyes, the unspoken message, hinting they wanted her with them. All those silent hopes played havoc with Kathryn’s guilt.
Thank heaven for Maggie!
There weren’t enough words to describe Kathryn’s love for her older sister Maggie McFarland, the mother of a one-year-old boy. She, along with her husband, Jake Halsey, had been the ones to find Kathryn in Wisconsin and bring her home.
Soon after their family reunion had made headlines in every newspaper in the nation, Maggie and Jake married and built a house in upper Federal Heights. When they were settled, Maggie insisted Kathryn move into the penthouse where Maggie had been living in order to have some breathing room.
Their mother’s fear of another kidnapping had made her so overprotective, she’d almost suffocated Maggie at times growing up. Now that Kathryn was finally home, Maggie could see the same thing happening to her sister and told her she needed to get out of the house and on her own.
“There needs to be spaces in your togetherness,” she’d whispered to Kathryn at her wedding.
“Listen to Maggie,” their oldest married brother Ben concurred in a low voice. “She knows what she’s talking about.”
Cord nodded. “We’ve all lived with horrific guilt for twenty-six years because no one heard the kidnapper come into the house and steal you away. Now that you’ve been found alive and are home again, everyone needs to get on with their lives. No more guilt. No more looking back.”
With those words, Kathryn understood her siblings were her best friends and allies. Between them, they took care of the move and got her settled on top of the McFarland Tower. Every window looked out on a superb view of the Salt Lake Valley and the mountains encircling it.
From the kitchen, she had an eastern exposure and could see Mount Olympus, covered in snow. This morning while she’d been working with Cord, he’d told her there was fresh powder up Little Cottonwood Canyon in Alta, where he and Kit lived.
They’d made plans to ski tomorrow. Their first outing of the season. She couldn’t wait. Cord was a fabulous skier and had given her lessons every winter. Kathryn was getting pretty good at it, if she said so herself.
Cord was the true mountain man of the family. In that regard, they were soul mates—like the first McFarland who’d claimed a lot of land in the Albion Basin for his own before the turn of the last century.
She’d seen it for the first time in summer, when the meadows were a riot of wildflowers. A euphoric Kathryn had thought she loved that season best until fall arrived and the trees turned to gold and flame everywhere she hiked.
Then came the majesty of winter, so white and gorgeous. She hated to see it go, but when spring followed and the primroses poked their pink heads out of the melting snow, the signs of new life filled her with indescribable yearnings for the changes yet to come. After living in a flat part of the country so many years, she couldn’t get enough of the Rockies and was a constant visitor to Cord’s mountain home.
When she heard her iPhone ring, she’d just taken a bite of peach yogurt. It was probably her brother making final arrangements for tomorrow. She clicked on and said hello.
“Hi, Kathryn. It’s Bonnie Frank.” The woman worked at North Avenues Hospital in the patient advocacy department funded by the McFarland Foundation.
“Hey, Bonnie. How are you?”
“Ask me tomorrow morning when I haven’t been on my feet all day.”
Kathryn chuckled. “I hear you.” She took some more bites. “What’s going on?”
“The E.R. just contacted me. A teenage runaway was admitted a few minutes ago after collapsing on a downtown street. Nancy Isom was the head nurse on duty and she couldn’t get any information from the girl, so she called my office asking for you. I know it’s dinnertime, but do you think you could drop by the hospital sometime this evening and interview this one? I’ve gotten absolutely nowhere with her.”
“I’ll come now.” The sooner she dealt with the problem, the sooner she could get to bed. A day of skiing gave her a real workout and needed to be fortified with a good night’s sleep.
“You’re an angel. I’ll let them know you’re on your way.”
Kathryn rang off before freshening up in the bathroom. After making sure she had a McFarland Foundation brochure in her purse, she put on her parka and left the condo.
The private elevator took her to the underground car park where the security guard waved to her. She got in her Jeep and took off for the hospital, located a mile away. She phoned her parents en route to see how their day had gone.
After all those years, when she’d wondered if she had a mother and father who were even alive, it seemed miraculous that Kathryn could call them up whenever she felt like it. She adored them.
THERE WAS ONE SLICE of pizza left in the pan. Colt glanced at Matt. “Do you want to wrestle for the last piece?”
He screwed up his face. “That’s all right, Dad. I want to live to see another day. You can have it.”
Colt laughed. “I liked that reversal you came up with before the ref blew the whistle. Good job.”
“Thanks.” Matt reached for the pizza, as Colt knew he would, and made short work of it.
The waitress came to refill their glasses, but Colt shook his head. After she walked away, he pulled out his wallet and left a couple of bills on the table. “Shall we?”
They both got to their feet at the same time and shrugged into their parkas before heading for the entrance to the pizza parlor. “Hey, Dad, want to see a movie?”
“Sure. With your sister gone, we’ll make it an official guys’ night out.” They walked into the frigid air. “What’s playing?”
“The latest vampire film.”
“I thought that was a chick flick,” he teased.
“It is, but Marcus was talking about it at the match. He said it was pretty good.”
“I guess I can stand it if you can. Allie can’t seem to get enough of the Twilight series.”
Two hours later Colt said, “Believe it or not, I liked it.”
“Me, too!” Matt blurted, eager to talk about it as they left the theater.
Halfway to the truck, parked around the corner, they heard, “Hi,