Die Before Nightfall

“I guess I’m too happy for anything else. When I got your letters I thought—”

“Letters?” Raven felt the breath catch in her lungs.

“Six or seven years ago. You said you’d contact me if and when you were ready.”

“I didn’t write you.”

“I kept the letters. Come on, I’ll show you.” He led Raven down a short hall and into a room that was almost a replica of his office at the church. “Take a look.”

There were four letters, each dated more than six years ago. Each typewritten with Raven’s name scrawled across the bottom.

“I didn’t write these.”

“Sit down. You’re pale as a ghost.” Ben pressed her down into a chair and crouched in front of her, his vivid eyes filled with concern. “Tell me. If you didn’t write the letters, then who?”

“My husband.”

“I’d wondered.”

“Did you?” Raven ran a hand through her hair, felt the tangles and wished she’d tied it back prim and proper, the way she’d worn it for so many years. “I didn’t. I just assumed what Jonas told me was true. That you’d forgotten all about me. Gone on with your life.”

“You married young.”

“Not so young. I was twenty.”

“And your husband was what? Forty?”

“You seem to know an awful lot about my life.”

“Want me to tell you more? Mom regained custody of you the year after we were taken away. You lived in Chicago. Then Baltimore. You graduated high school there, at the top of your class, a year ahead of your peers. Four years later you received a degree in nursing from the University of Maryland. Married the same year. A doctor.”

“Like I said, you know a lot about my life.”

“I cared, Raven. There’s never been a time that you weren’t in my heart and mind. It just took me a long time to find you. Mom—”

“Was Mom.” Raven didn’t want to dredge up the past. Didn’t want to open the old wounds.

“She didn’t have credit cards. Didn’t use her real name most of the time. It was hard to track you down. Once I found you I tried to call. You didn’t want to talk to me. At least that’s what your husband told me. So I wrote a year’s worth of letters. And at the end of that year, I got those—” Ben gestured to the folder Raven held.

She wanted to offer an explanation, to tell him the truth about her life with Jonas, but she wouldn’t. Her past was something she didn’t share. “I’m sorry Jonas lied to you.”

“Don’t apologize for your husband. Let him do that.”

“He died three years ago.”

“Now it’s my turn to say I’m sorry. I lost my wife over five years ago. I know how much it hurts.”

“Were you married long?”

“Two years. Not nearly long enough.” There was sadness in his eyes, but he smiled anyway. “At least I have some wonderful memories. How about you?”

“I have memories.”

He eyed her for a moment, his gaze intense. Then, as if sensing her reluctance to discuss her marriage, he stood and held out a hand to pull her to her feet. “You left your lemonade in the other room. Let’s go get it.”

The phone rang as they walked back into the living room, the answering machine greeting cutting in after the second ring. Then Raven heard, “Hey, Ben. It’s Ray. Mom and Dad said you were flying in tomorrow. Said I should pick you up. What time’s good?”

Mom? Dad? She ran the words through her mind as Ben reached for the phone.

“Hi, Ray. Listen, my sister’s here—Yeah. I can’t believe it, either. Can you tell Mom and Dad I can’t make it this year? I don’t know. Maybe. Listen. I’ll call you tonight and tell you more. Bye.”

He hung up the phone and smiled at Raven. “Sorry about that. My foster family has a reunion every year. Ray’s in charge of coordinating it this time.”

“It starts tomorrow?”

“Yes. Two weeks at Camp Remington. Fifty adults. Dozens of kids. Lots of food.”

“You’re not going to cancel because of me?”

“I’m going to cancel because I want to.”

“Ben, no.”

“I see my foster parents every few months, the rest of the family a couple of times a year. They won’t miss me.”

“Please don’t cancel. I just arrived, I’m still settling in. I’ve got unpacking to do. A job to find.”

“I can help you with all that.”

“I need to do this on my own. Go to your reunion. Enjoy yourself. When you come back, we’ll talk more.”

He was going to refuse, Raven could see it. A memory flashed through her mind. Ben, much younger, but just as determined, begging the grocer to give Raven a sandwich from the deli. He’d been tenacious. Unwilling to take no for an answer.

The boy lingered in the eyes of the man.

But time must have tempered Ben’s will. He nodded. “I can see you need some time. I’ll give it to you. But just the two weeks. Then we talk. And I want your phone number, so I can call. Otherwise I’ll think this was all a dream.”

Raven smiled at his words, some of her tension easing. “You’re still bossy.”

“And you’re still my little sister. Which gives me the right to boss you. Come on. Let’s go into town. There’s a great diner there. We’ll get some lunch and I’ll show you around.”

He flung his arm around Raven’s shoulder, the gesture so right, so natural, that for a moment she could almost believe they’d never been apart.

Chapter Three

By the time Raven returned to the cottage, daylight had given way to evening shadows. She stood on the front porch, her gaze drawn to the horizon, watching as the last rays of light disappeared. Her time with Ben had been easy and comfortable, their reunion much like she’d always hoped it would be. Still she wondered—at the family he was so much a part of, at the wife he’d loved and still missed.

His path through life had been much different from Raven’s. Not easier, but perhaps more filled with love. She didn’t envy Ben, she only wished she’d made better choices in her own life, and that she were as content and at peace as her brother.