cat?â
âNo,â Melody said, her voice raspy. She brushed at a tear on her face.
âOh, Melody, donât cry!â Amy said. She hugged her. âIt will be all right! Weâll find him! Polk, Guy,â she called sharply. âCome on. Help us hunt for Melodyâs cat! She canât find him anywhere!â
âSure,â Polk said. âWeâll help.â
They scoured the apartment. Guy looked, too, but his cheeks were flushed and he wouldnât meet Melodyâs eyes.
In desperation, Melody went to the two apartments nearby to ask her neighbors if theyâd seen her cat, but no one had noticed him. There was an elevator and a staircase, but there was a door that led to the stairwell and surely it would be closedâ¦
All the same, she checked, and was disturbed to find that the stairwell door was propped open while workmen carried materials to an apartment down the hall that was being renovated.
Leaving the children in the apartment, she rushed down the steps looking for Alistair. She called and called, but there was no answer, and he was nowhere to be found.
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Defeated, Melody went back to the apartment. Her expression was so morose that the children knew without asking that she hadnât found the cat.
âIâm sorry,â Amy said. âI guess you love him a lot, huh?â
âHeâs all I have,â Melody said without looking up. The pain in her voice was almost tangible. âAll I⦠had. â
Guy turned up the television and sat down very close to the screen. He didnât say a word.
Melody cried herself to sleep that night. Randy had Adell, but Melody had no other family. Alistair was the only real family she had left. She was so sick at heart that she didnât know how she was going to stand it. Dismal images of Alistair being run over or chased by dogs and children made her miserable.
She got up early and fixed bacon and eggs before she called the children. They were unnaturally quiet, too, and ate very little. Melody was preoccupied all through the meal. When it was over, she went outside to search some more. But Alistair was nowhere to be found.
Later, she took the kids to the hospital to see Emmett. He was sitting up in a chair looking impatient.
âGet me the hell out of here,â he said immediately. âIâm leaving whether they like it or not!â
He seemed to mean it. He was fully dressed, in the jeans and shirt and boots heâd been wearing when theyâd taken him to the hospital. The shirt was bloodstained but wearable. He looked pale, even if he sounded in charge of himself.
âWhat did the doctor say?â
âHe said I could go if I insisted, and Iâm insisting,â Emmett said. âIâll take the kids and go back to the hotel.â
Melody went closer to him, clutching her purse. âMr. Deverell, donât you realize what a risk youâd be taking?If you wonât think of yourself, do think of the kids. What will they do if anything happens to you?â
âI wonât stay here!â he muttered. âThey keep trying to bathe me!â
She managed a faint smile even through her misery. âItâs for your own good.â
âIâm leaving,â he said, his flinty pale green eyes glaring straight into her dark ones.
She sighed. âWell, you can come back with us for today,â she said firmly. âI canât let you stagger around Houston alone. My boss would never forgive me.â
âThink so?â He narrowed one eye. âI donât need help.â
âYes, you do. One more night wonât kill me, I suppose,â she added.
âHer cat ran away,â Amy said. âSheâs very sad.â
Emmett scowled. âAlistair? How could he run away? Donât you live in an apartment building?â
âYes. I⦠He must have gotten out the door,â she said, staring down at her feet. âThe