Sherryl Woods - Honeysuckle Summer

R aylene stood in the kitchen doorway on a day that was surprisingly cool for the first of June. She stared in dismay at the backyard where Sarahs children, Tommy and Libby, had been playing not two minutes before. Now only two-year-old Libby was in sight. She was standing next to the open gate of the fenced-in yard.

Tommys absence immediately set off panic in Raylene. Libby, she called. Sweetie, come here. Wheres Tommy?

Toddling to Raylene, her big eyes filled with tears, Libby pointed in the direction of the street.

Come inside, Raylene commanded. She could only deal with one missing child at a time. Raylene scooped up Libby, then raced toward the front door and flung it open to peer up and down the block. Tommy was nowhere in sight. Barely five, he couldnt have gone too far in the time shed been in the kitchen, she assured herself. Shed turned away just long enough to put a few cookies on a plate and pour three glasses of lemonade. Two minutes, maybe three.

Normally she would have brought the kids inside when the sitter left to run an errand, but it had been such a beautiful day, shed decided to let them continue playing in the yard. What had she been thinking? Shed been terrified ever since shed moved in with Sarah and her family that something like this would happen on her watch. Shed taken every precaution she could think of to avoid it. Now, just one slip and all her worst fears were coming true.

Opening the door, she shouted at the top of her lungs. Tommy! She managed to inch over the threshold, but just barely. The panic shed felt upon discovering Tommy was gone multiplied a thousandfold as she tried to force herself to take the next step and then the next. It took every bit of willpower she possessed not to scramble right back inside. She clutched Libby so tightly that the little girl whimpered in protest.

Sorry, baby, Raylene soothed.

Again, she shouted for Tommy, but there was no response. Frustration warred with terror.

Tommy knew the rules. He knew, even if he didnt understand, that she couldnt leave the house to go chasing after him. He was also an adventurous preschooler for whom rules meant very little. He couldnt possibly comprehend that the thought of leaving the safe haven of their home terrified her. Sometimes it was beyond her understanding, too.

Ever since Raylene had run from her abusive husband, shed grown increasingly housebound, scared of everything beyond the boundaries of these walls. It didnt seem to matter that Paul Hammond was safely locked behind bars, at least for a few more months. She couldnt make herself leave the house. If anything, shed been getting worse, not better.

She forced herself to inch down the last step and onto the sidewalk, fought the fear clawing its way up the back of her throat, the trembling in her limbs. Unable to take one more step, she shouted again and again.

Tommy Price! You get back in this yard right this minute!

She scanned the street in every direction, fully expecting him to pop out from behind a bush, a lopsided grin on his face at having won some misguided game of hide-and-seek.

Instead, there was no sign of movement on the quiet, tree-lined street. Any teens were inside playing video games or doing homework. The younger children on the block were probably indoors having an after-school snack. An hour from now, more than likely there would be a dozen kids who could tell her in which direction Tommy had gone, but for now there was no one in sight.

Raylene tried to calm herself with the reminder that Serenity was a safe town, and small enough that almost anyone would recognize Tommy and bring him straight home. Unfortunately, those thoughts warred with too many dangerous possibilities.

She tried telling herself that if a stranger had approached, one or both of the kids would have screamed. Theyd been drilled often enough to be alert to that kind of danger. Even Libby was old enough to be wary of anyone she didnt know. That Raylene hadnt heard any fearful shouts was some consolation.

All of this went spinning through her head in what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than a couple of minutes. She had a choice to make. She could fight her fears and try to go farther than the front steps, or she could call for help. Given her inability to leave the house for so long, she opted for being smart over saving her pride. Not wanting to waste another precious second, she punched in 911 on the portable phone.