memories. Heâs having a hard enough time fitting in without having this written on his forehead. Heâll come back when heâs had time to sort himself out.â
Amanda hesitated. She didnât want to scare Sheri by pushing the panic button prematurely, but Sheriâs denial of the darker possibilities seemed odd. âIâm not so sure. Heâs been walking the edge a long time, and I donât think heâs thinking clearly. God knows what heâll do if heâs desperate.â
They were crossing the grass toward the house, and Sheri turned to search Amandaâs face. âHe would never hurt Tyler.â
Despite her words, there was uncertainty in her eyes. Amanda didnât respond. Desperate people hurt their children all the time, sometimes from the depths of a depression so black they believed they were saving their children from an impossible world and other times from a vengeful wish to hurt their partner by taking away the thing they loved most. âBut what about hurting himself? Has he ever talked about ending it all?â
Sheri gulped a sharp breath. She strode inside, checked the house phone and the street yet again. Her jaw worked. âThere was a time, this winter, when he asked me to hide all the axes and knives. I wasnât sure if it was to protect me, or him.â
âDid he go for help?â
âAsk for help? Phil? Besides, here in Grand Falls, what kind of help is there? Trauma counsellors falling out of the sky, are they?â
Amanda came to her side and put a gentle hand on her arm. âI know this is scary, but we have to consider it. Because I think maybe itâs what this is all about. He said he forgives you and he hid his cellphone where we would eventually find it, but only once he was too far away for us to stop him. I bet if we search it, or decipher the password on his laptop, weâll find a note.â
Sheriâs chin quivered. She snatched the cellphone from Amandaâs hand and tried to thumb through links. Once again a password stymied her. Frustrated, she shook her head. âGoddamn Nigeria! It made him so paranoid! It swallowed a wonderful, caring, trusting man and spat him back, destroyed. But Phil is a strong man. Heâs a fighter. Even if heâs on the edge, heâs not going to quit on Tyler. Heâs seen too many children suffer â¦â
âBut would he quit on you?â
Sheri flinched.
âPlease call the cops, Sheri.â
Sheri averted her eyes and walked to the window as if to put distance between herself and Amandaâs pressure. âI need to think. Let me call his family to see if theyâve heard from him. Maybe he felt a need to visit home. There are a lot of possibilities to explore before we press the panic button.â
Amanda forced herself to back off. Every ounce of her screamed danger , but maybe she was overreacting. She could no longer trust her own alarm system; it had failed her one crucial time, and now its sirens shrieked at even the smallest hint of danger.
âOkay, good idea. Iâll take Kaylee for a walk before she mutinies, and when I get back, weâll take stock again.â
The walk through the quiet, leafy residential streets was peaceful, giving Amanda time to sort through her fears. She was surprised Sheri had not already contacted Philâs family in Manitoba, which seemed an obvious first step for a worried wife to take, but perhaps the family ties were tenuous. When you spend most of your adult life in tumultuous, faraway lands, a placid, prosperous home can feel like a very distant place.
As always, Kayleeâs boundless enthusiasm for each new person or patch of grass made her smile, and by the time they rounded the final corner half an hour later, Amanda felt almost relaxed. She hoped there might be a police cruiser in Sheriâs drive, but instead, parked behind her own motorcycle was a dusty red pickup.
As she mounted the front