When Belinda woke up, Keith Fallows was sitting beside her hospital bed.
“Thank you for coming, Keith.”
“Langley wanted to come, too, Belinda, but you know, she has the matinee.”
“It’s nice that you came, though,” Belinda said softly. There were scratches on her face, and her bottom lip was split. Her blond hair lay limply on the pillow. An IV line fed into her arm. “I know you hate to miss a performance.”
“They don’t really need me now. The company knows what it’s doing.”
“How did Langley perform?” asked Belinda.
“Better than you might expect,” said Keith. “She’s not you, of course.”
Belinda smiled.
After lunch, as the crew car traveled south to the Berkshire Medical Center, Caroline was conflicted about interviewing Belinda Winthrop. Her professional side was delighted that the actress had agreed to give her an exclusive interview, but knowing that Belinda had been with Nick was exceedingly discomfiting.
The parking lot and sidewalk in front of the hospital were jammed with reporters, camera crews, and live-shot trucks. The crowd of newspeople groaned in protest as Caroline, Annabelle, Lamar, and Boomer were waved on, allowed to walk straight into the lobby, up to the front desk, and on to Belinda’s room.
“My doctors don’t think this is a good idea,” said the actress as Boomer took special care in clipping a microphone to her hospital gown. “But I insisted. From what everyone’s been telling me, I have a lot to thank you for, Caroline.”
“The dog found you, not me,” said Caroline.
“But because of you, Victoria Sterling is going to get what she deserves. You stopped her.”
“Nick’s daughter, Meg, had a lot to do with it, Belinda.”
The two women looked directly into each other’s eyes.
“It didn’t mean anything, Caroline. Believe me, it didn’t. And we both regretted it afterwards.”
Belinda talked about her time in the cave, about coming in and out of consciousness, about the bobcat cubs and her fear that she would never be found. She had already been instructed by the police that, because of pending legal proceedings, she should not give any details of Victoria Sterling’s attack on her.
“What do you think about the seventeen Remington Peters portraits of you being found?” asked Caroline.
“I’m glad they weren’t destroyed, but it makes me sad to think Remington could have deceived everyone and collected all that insurance money.” Belinda’s expression grew solemn. “He called a little while ago, and he says he did it because he couldn’t stand the whole world gaping at me. God help him. He told me he’d given all the money to charity. And to tell you the truth, I’d be willing to compensate the insurance company with my own funds if they don’t press charges.”
“And what about the marijuana the police found in his cellar? Did you ever think that he was dealing in drugs right on your property?” asked Caroline.
“No,” said Belinda firmly. “But I do have my suspicions about someone else, and I’ve shared them with the police.”
Annabelle took the interview tape to the satellite truck to feed it to New York while Caroline went back to the Warrenstown Inn to try to get some rest. The evening broadcast wanted her to do a live two-way, and having had no sleep at all overnight, she needed a nap to be able to function.
No sooner had she put her head on the pillow than her phone rang.
“It’s me. Meg. Can I come up?”
“Sure, honey.”
Caroline had time to splash some water on her face and run a brush through her hair before Meg knocked on the door.
“Come on in.” Caroline held the door open wide.
Meg stepped across the threshold and threw her arms around her stepmother. “I just wanted to thank you,” she said. “If you hadn’t come looking for me when you did, I think Victoria really would have killed me.”
“Let’s not even think about that, Meg,” whispered Caroline, hugging her stepdaughter back.
“It’s like a bad dream,” said Meg as she and Caroline took seats on the edge of the bed.
“I know,” said Caroline. “But it’s over now.”
Meg looked down and wrung her hands in her lap. “Part of it’s not,” she said.
“You mean about your father?”
She nodded. “I guess I shouldn’t be talking about this to you, of all people, but I just can’t believe that Dad would have cheated on Mom with Belinda. I just can’t believe that. I idolized her.” Meg paused. “I idolized him,” she said softly.
“Even the best of us make mistakes, Meg,” Caroline said softly.
“So you’re all right with it? You can forgive him?”
“I’m not sure, Meg. I hope so, but it’s going to take some time to be able to put things in perspective. I do know that making a decision one way or the other right now wouldn’t be fair to anyone.”
Meg looked up. “I really hope that you and Dad can work it out, Caroline.”
“I do, too, honey.”
After Meg left, Caroline lay down again. She was exhausted. All the tension and worry and lack of sleep had caught up with her.
I’ve got to get some rest, she thought, rubbing her burning eyes. But she found herself staring at the ceiling, thinking of Nick and what their future was going to be. There were things that had to be ironed out between them, but Caroline wanted to try to be optimistic. They had so much that was good in their relationship. Nick had made a mistake, and he had admitted it. He was sorry for it. What more could he really do now? It was going to be up to her to get past this. In her heart, she wanted to.
Caroline closed her eyes, trying to relax, but the events of the last days sped through her mind. What would they mean for her future at KEY News? If Linus was going to continue to give her a hard time, so be it. She had to tell the truth as she saw it, even if it didn’t always please her boss. But these days in Warrenstown had given her a different view of things. Maybe there were other opportunities for her. If she really wanted to, it wouldn’t be too late to switch directions and try reporting.
Caroline turned over on her side and fluffed the pillow, knowing, if she wanted to fall asleep, she’d have to turn off the dialogue in her head and try to think of something pleasant, something positive.
Meg. In the midst of everything, she and Meg had been able to work things out. Their breakthrough meant Caroline could look forward to having the kind of relationship she had hoped for with her stepdaughter. She couldn’t, and didn’t want to, take the place of Meg’s mother, but she could be a good friend. Caroline knew what it was like to feel alone, and she didn’t want that for Meg. She hoped she’d be able to support Meg as she straightened herself out, finished school, and went on to find her way in life.
Caroline hadn’t slept in thirty-two hours. Now, she finally could.