The young woman appeared weary and tired, wearing exercise pants and a sweatshirt that came to her knees. “I’m Kelly Ashton. You’d better come out of the rain.”
Stepping inside the door was like going back in time. Even though much of what he saw was different, the faint aroma of furniture polish triggered memories he thought were long dead.
Jace brushed passed her and walked several feet into the foyer. The only sounds he heard were his own footsteps as he crossed the floor. The place could have been empty. “Who are you?” he asked as he went into the living room and laid Ari on the sofa. He stood up, taking in the decor of the room. It was completely changed. Laura had probably redecorated. Jace could smell the remnants of a fire that was smoldering in the grate. Even though it was May, the nights in Maryland at this elevation could be nippy. Pulling an afghan that was lying on the back of the sofa over the boy, he turned to examine the woman standing in the doorway.
“Well?” he asked.
“Well what? I told you my name is Kelly Ashton and I live here now.”
“You what? Where is Sheldon? Has Laura divorced him? Taken him for all she could get?” Jace could hear the cynicism in his voice. Try as he might, he couldn’t remove it when it came to the topic of Laura.
There was silence for a long moment. Then Kelly shook her head.
Jace could see she was a little nervous. He didn’t understand why. Who was she? “So, where is my brother?” Jace grimaced. Saying Sheldon’s name always left a bad taste in his mouth.
“I think we’d better talk.” She stepped back, indicating they should go to another room. Checking Ari one more time, he left his son and followed her.
She went through to the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator. Without asking, she made him a roast beef sandwich and poured a large glass of orange juice. Jace hadn’t realized how hungry he was until she set the food in front of him. Taking a seat at a huge table that hadn’t been there five years ago, he took a bite of the sandwich.
“I don’t know where your brother is,” she began.
“Then why are you living in our house?” Jace asked between mouthfuls.
“It’s no longer your house,” she said quietly.
“Excuse me?” He stopped eating, nearly choking on the orange juice.
“I own the Kendall. I bought it a couple of years ago.”
“What?” he shouted.
“The house was in receivership and I—”
“What’s receivership?” he interrupted.
“There were liens against it. Unpaid taxes. Your brother couldn’t afford to keep up. He was forced to sell.”
“He can’t do that.” The words burst from Jace.
The woman delivering them sat calmly across from him. She waited a moment, giving him time to calm down.
“I know this is difficult for you to hear. You’ve been away a long time.”
“I’m fine,” he said, finishing the sandwich before standing up.
“I was told the property was for sale and I bought it.”
“Just like that?”
“Not quite. It took a while to pull my assets together, but I managed.”
Jace noticed her eyes were fiery, but her voice remained steady. She was good at holding her emotions in check.
“Where is my brother?” Jace heard the anger in his voice. He and Sheldon had never been on the best of terms, but he had no business selling the house without at least consulting Jace.
“I don’t know,” she said, and Jace realized he’d asked the question before.
He tried to remember her name. The red hair made him think of Laura. It came to him. Kelly.
“There was no reason for him to be involved in the closing. The state had already taken the house and grounds. I don’t know where he went once the sale was complete. I heard rumors that he moved out of the state.”
Jace hung his head. The pressure of the past few days suddenly came down on him. He and Ari had left Colombia in the midst of political and social turmoil. Ari had asthma and Jace’s jobs were often in places that aggravated his condition. He’d watched the child struggling to breathe and knew the child needed better medical care. But the other reason for them to leave Tumaco was the drug war that had broken out nearby. For their own protection, it was time to go. Jace made the decision in a rush of packing, discarding furniture and settling his job. Soon he and Ari had boarded a plane and flown to Mexico. Then on to Washington, DC, where he rented a car and ended their journey at the Kendall. Jace had assumed he could bring the boy home despite his brother’s treatment of Jace. He assumed he and his son would have a place to stay.
What would happen to them now? Ari had already lost his mother. He was too young to remember her or her sacrifice to save him. Jace formally adopted the boy, going through a well-run program that advocated for children. He was the only parent Ari had ever known.