Red Lily

driver to take her away. But she came back, in the cold night. Her mind was broken to pieces, but she managed the trip this last time, driving in a stolen wagon, her hair drenched from the rain, her white nightdress clinging to her.
    She wanted to kill them. Kill them all. Slash them to ribbons, hack them to pieces. She could carry her James away then, in her bloody hands.
    But they would never let her. She would never take her baby into her arms. Never see his sweet face.
    Unless, unless.
    She left the wagon while shadows and moonlight slid over Harper House, while the black windows gleamed and all inside slept.
    The rain had stopped; the sky had cleared. Mists twined over the ground, gray snakes that parted for her bare, frozen feet. The hem of her gown trailed over the wet and mud as she wandered. Humming, singing.
    They would pay. They would pay dearly.
    She had been to the voodoo woman, and knew what had to be done. Knew what would be done to secure all she wanted, forever. For always.
    She walked through the gardens, brittle with winter, and to the carriage house to find what she needed.

    She was singing as she carried it with her, as she walked in the damp air toward the grand house with its yellow stones alit with moonlight.
    “Lavender’s blue,” she sang. “Lavender’s green.”

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    Harper House
July 2005
    T IRED DOWN THROUGH the marrow, Hayley yawned until her jaw cracked. Lily’s head was heavy on her shoulder, but every time she stopped rocking, the baby would squirm and whimper, and those little fingers would clutch at the cotton tank Hayley was sleeping in.
    Trying to sleep in, Hayley corrected and murmured hushing noises as she sent the rocker creaking again.
    She knew it was somewhere in the vicinity of four in the morning, and she’d already been up twice before to rock and soothe her fretful daughter.
    She’d tried at about the two A . M . mark to snuggle the baby into bed with her so they’d both get some sleep. But Lily would have nothing but the rocker.
    So Hayley rocked and dozed, rocked and yawned, and wondered if she’d ever get eight straight again in this lifetime.

    She didn’t know how people did it. Especially single mothers. How did they cope? How did they stand up under all the demands on heart, mind, body—wallet?
    How would she have managed it all if she’d been completely on her own with Lily? What kind of life would they have had if she had no one to help with the worry, the sheer drudgery, the fun and the foolishness? It was terrifying to think of it.
    She’d been so ridiculously optimistic and confident, and stupid, she thought now.
    Sailing along, she remembered, nearly six months pregnant, quitting her job, selling most of her things and packing up that rattletrap car to head out.
    God, if she’d known then what she knew now, she’d never have done it.
    So maybe it was good she hadn’t known. Because she wasn’t alone. Closing her eyes, she rested her cheek on Lily’s soft, dark hair. She had friends—no, family—people who cared about her and Lily and were willing to help.
    They didn’t just have a roof over their heads, but the gorgeous roof of Harper House. She had Roz, distant cousin and then only through marriage, who’d offered her a home, a job, a chance. She had Stella, her best friend in the world to talk to, bitch to, learn from.
    Both Roz and Stella had been single parents—and they’d coped, she reminded herself. They’d better than coped, and Stella had had two young boys to raise alone. Roz three .
    And here she was wondering how she’d ever manage one, even with all the help only an offer away.
    There was David, running the house, cooking the meals. And just being wonderfully David. What if she had to cook every night after work? What if she had to do all theshopping, the cleaning, the hauling, the everything in addition to holding up her end at her job and caring for a fourteen-month-old baby?
    Thank God she didn’t have to find out.
    There was Logan, Stella’s gorgeous new husband, who was willing to tinker around with her car when it acted up. And Stella’s little guys, Gavin and Luke, who not only liked to play with Lily but were giving Hayley a hint of the sort of things she had coming in the next few years.
    There was Mitch, so smart and sweet, who liked to scoop Lily up and cart her around on his shoulders while she laughed. He’d be officially here all the time now, she thought, once he and Roz got back from their