Sanctuary(141)

When Jo sagged, she led her across the sand. Glancing back, she saw Nathan standing a few yards away. In the moonlight their eyes met briefly. Then he turned and walked away into the dark.

"I feel sick," Jo murmured. Sensation was creeping back, tiny needle pricks all over her skin, and with it the greasy churning in her stomach.

"It's all right. You need to lie down. Lean on me and we'll get you inside."

"He killed her. Nathan knew. He told me." It felt as if she were ket over her. she was beginning to tremble with shock now.

breaths," Kirby ordered. "Concentrate on breathing. I'm just the other room for a moment. I'm going to get something to he "I don't need anything." Fresh panic snaked through her.

gripped Kirby's hand hard. "No sedatives. I can get through I have to."

floating now, up the steps, in the door of the cottage. "My m dead."

Saying nothing, Kirby helped Jo onto the bed, put a lighs. can

"Of course you can." Kirby eased onto the bed and took Jo's wrist to check her pulse. "Are you ready to tell me about it?"

"I have to tell someone. I can't tell my family yet. I can't face that yet. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what to feel."

The pulse rate was slowing, and Jo's pupils were returning to normal. "What did Nathan say to you, Jo?"

Jo stared at the ceiling, focused on it, centered herself on it. "He told me that his father had murdered my mother."

"Dear God." Horrified, Kirby lifted Jo's hand to her cheek. "How did it happen?"

"I don't know. I don't know. I couldn't listen. I didn't want to listen. He said his father killed her, that he kept a journal. Nathan found it, and he came back here. I slept with him." Tears trickled out of her eyes, slid away. "I slept with the son of my mother's murderer."

Calm was needed now, Yirby knew. And cool logic. The wrong word, the wrong tone, and she was afraid Jo would break in her hands. "Jo, you slept with Nathan. You cared for Nathan, and he for you."

"He knew. He came back here knowing what his father had done."

"And that must have been terribly hard for him."

"How can you say that?" Furious, Jo pushed herself onto her elbows. "Hard for him?"

"And courageous," Kirby said sorry. "Jo, how old would he have been when your mother died?"

"What difference does it make?"

"Nine or ten, I imagine. just a little boy. Are you going to blame the little boy?"

"No. No. But he's not a little boy now, and his father-"

"Nathan's father. Not Nathan."

A sob choked out, then another. "He took her away from me."

"I know. I'm so sorry." Kirby gathered Jo close. "I'm so terribly sorry.

As Jo wept in her arms, Yirby knew this storm was only the beginning.

It took an hour before she could think again. she sipped the hot, sweet tea Kirby made her. The sick panic had flowed away in a wash of grief Now, for a moment, the grief was almost as soothing as the tea.

"I knew she was dead. Part of me always knew, from the time it happened. I would dream of her. As I got older I pushed the dreams away, but they would always come back. And they only got stronger."

"You loved her. Now, as horrible as things are, you know she didn't leave you."

"I can't find comfort in that yet. I wanted to hurt Nathan. Physically, emotionally, in every possible way to cause him pain. And I did."

"Do you think that's an abnormal reaction? Jo, give yourself a break.

"I'm trying to. I nearly cracked again. I would have if you hadn't been there."

"But I was." Yirby squeezed Jo's hand. "And you're stronger than you think. Strong enough to get through this."

"I have to be." she drank more tea, then set the cup down. "I have to go back to Nathan's."

"You don't have to do anything tonight but get some rest."

"No, I never asked why or how or. . . " she shut her eyes. "I have to have the answers. I don't think I can live with this until I have the answers. When I go to my family, I have to know it all."

"You could go to them now, I'll go with you. You could ask the questions together."

"I have to do it alone. I'm at the center of this, Y,-Yirby." Jo's head throbbed nastily. When she opened her eyes they were brutally dark in a colorless face. "I'm in love with the man whose father murdered my mother.

I When Yirby dropped her off at Nathan's cottage, Jo could see his silhouette through the screen door. she wondered if either of them would ever do a harder thing in their lives than facing the past and each other.

He said nothing as she climbed the steps, but opened the door, stepped back to let her in. He'd thought he would never see her again, and he wasn't sure whether that would have been harder to live with, or if seeing her like this-pale and stricken-was worse.