Buried Notes (Brothers of Rock #4) Read Free Page B

sent copies of divorce papers twice
now to no response. The last thing Rebecca wanted to do was make it into some
kind of spectacle. She didn’t want to be that woman. She’d be plastered on the
pages of magazines and paparazzi web sites.
    “You okay?” Rachael asked.
    “I don’t know,” Rebecca said.
    “Well, let’s sit down for a second
and just talk.”
    Rachael guided Rebecca to the
table. They sat and looked at the mess of pictures.
    “She kept the house in order,”
Rachael said. “She did her taxes in January. She kept coupons in order of the
aisle of the grocery store.”
    “But she couldn’t organize her pictures,”
Rebecca said.
    The two sisters looked at each
other and started to laugh. The laugh lasted all of a minute before they both started
to cry. Rebecca meant no harm by her thoughts, but she was so happy to see
Rachael crying. Rachael had always been the tough one, able to brave any storm,
but it was good to see her mourn the death of their mother. Having Rachael cry
on her shoulder as she cried on Rachael’s brought a much needed sense of
comfort to Rebecca.
    They cried for a little while.
Minutes of their life that were quickly counting down. And that’s how Rebecca
had been looking at life since her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer a
year ago. She used to look at life as though she were on the bottom of a hill.
Her job was to climb that hill and enjoy the adventure up it. Now she thought
of life as being born on the top of a hill and starting from birth, you just
walked down it. Down to the end, to death. Some people would fall and reach it
sooner than others, but it was always going down.
    There was no up and that meant
there was no more time to waste.
    It made her think of the last time
she had a real date. It was six months ago before she and her boyfriend of two
years - Kyle - broke off their relationship when he hinted at marrying Rebecca
but instead settled into his bed with his ex-girlfriend. However, even if it
worked out, Rebecca would have had to share her biggest secret... a secret not
even Rachael knew about.
    She
was married already.
    It seemed more serious than it
actually was, or so Rebecca thought. She figured by sending the papers out the
first time, they would have been signed and sent back right away. That was the
deal. That’s what they talked about all those years ago, right? She had wanted
to be free before her mother lost her battle to breast cancer. But that was
long gone now. Her mother was now at peace, gone somewhere Rebecca feared to
think about but knew would be her inevitable stop too.
    Because no matter how good
something was, how painful it was, how tragic, or how beautiful, it all came to
an end.
    Everything came to an end.
    Everything.
    “You know, I battled this
everyday,” Rebecca said.
    “Battled what?” Rachael replied.
    “This whole thing with Mom. I can’t
be sure I ever really thought she’d get better.” Rebecca looked at Rachael. “Is
that wrong?”
    Rachael touched Rebecca. “No. It’s
not wrong. You feel how you feel. Especially right now. Don’t hide anything.
Don’t feel guilty. Just... I don’t know, Rebecca, just be here.”
    “Don’t hide anything,” Rebecca
whispered.
    She touched a picture of her
mother. It was a picture of her mother with Rebecca and Rachael and Santa Claus
at the mall. Rebecca had to be four or five putting Rachael around eight years
old. Their mother stood behind the large chair with Santa Claus, smiling as big
as she could. Rebecca faintly remembered that day. It was when Rachael started
to believe that Santa Claus wasn’t real. Because of that she wanted to know why
she had to see Santa Claus at the mall and why she had to have her picture
taken with him. Wasn’t he a stranger? Wasn’t she supposed to stay away from
strangers? If Santa Claus took pictures all day, every single day, how did he
get ready to deliver all those toys? Why did Santa Claus at the mall have weird
breath? Why did his