Trust Your Eyes (53 page)

I chose not to tell Thomas because I felt he’d been through enough. And since there weren’t going to be any charges leveled against Harry, this was never going to go to court. None of it would ever come out.

“They’re in the same plot, right?” Thomas said as I brought the car to a stop. “Mom and Dad?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you know you can see this cemetery on the computer? There’s a really good satellite view of it. I’ve looked at it lots of times. I know exactly where to go.”

And he did. He hopped out of the car with enthusiasm and strode off across the lawn. I came around the car and caught up with him.

As he approached the gravestone, he slowed, stood a respectful six feet away directly in front of it, and bowed his head ever so slightly, his hands clasped together in front of him.

I came up behind my brother and rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Hi, Dad,” he said. “I would have gone to the funeral but I didn’t want to see Mr. Peyton. But I thought I should finally come and see you. Mr. Peyton is dead now, and I think that’s a good thing, even though you’re probably not supposed to say something like that.”

I squeezed his shoulder.

“Anyway, I miss you. Ray is teaching me to do more things.
I’m making meals and learning how to look after myself more, which is another good thing, because I’m moving to this place where you have to help out.”

He stopped talking, but he showed no sign of wanting to walk away. I had the sense there was something else he wanted to tell our father. I gave his shoulder another squeeze.

“So, I also wanted to say I’m sorry. Not just about not going to the funeral, and not helping out more.” He swallowed. “I wanted to say I’m sorry about pushing you, on the stairs.” He paused. “And on the hill.”

My hand froze.

“I’m sorry I got so upset about maybe having to tell the police things about Mr. Peyton. I just had to come out and talk to you about it. I never meant to shove you. And I’m real sorry I didn’t call for help right away.” Another pause. “I was really scared.”

I took my hand off Thomas’s shoulder.

“So, I guess that’s all,” he said to our father. “I’ll come up and see you again soon.”

Then he turned to me and said, “Can we go see my new place now? I’d like to figure out where all my stuff is going to go.”

He stepped around me and started walking. I stood there, numb, and watched as Thomas made his way back to the car.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I had help.

Thank you to Susan Lamb, Eva Kolcze, Danielle Perez, Juliet Ewers, Nick Storring, Kristin Cochrane, Spencer Barclay, Mark Rusher, Helen Heller, Bill Massey, Jeff Winch, Kara Welsh, Cathy Paine, Sophie Mitchell, Alex Kingsmill, Paige Barclay, Ali Karim, Brad Martin, Mark Streatfield and Elia Morrison.

And, of course, Neetha.