The woman who only days before had driven four children on a school trip was dead. She had been a nice girl, kind and a little naive, because she thought she knew what tragedy was. That woman had a small, secure, cozy life. Karina missed her and she took a moment to mourn her. It hurt to let go of that life. She shed it anyway, but not like a butterfly breaking free of the cocoon. More like a snake leaving its old skin. And this new Karina took risks. She was stronger, harder, and more powerful. There was a war going on and she would take part in it.
And even if she chickened out and tried to walk away, the memory of Lucas would keep her from going too far. She had more in common with a man who turned into a monster than she did with Jill and her endless worry over seat belts. She couldn’t leave him behind now, back in the place where everyone was scared of him, where Arthur used him with no regard for Lucas’s life, where his brother continuously bickered and fought with him. She had Emily. Lucas had no one and he wanted her so badly. And she wanted him. Right or wrong, she no longer cared. It was her decision and she made it.
“Decide,” Lucas told her. “We can’t stay out in the open.”
Only one question remained. Karina took a deep breath and closed the distance between her and Lucas. She lifted her face and looked into his green eyes and kissed him.
For a moment he stood still and then he kissed her back, his mouth eager and hungry for her. When they broke apart, Henry was staring at them.
“I am confused,” Henry said.
“Well, I can’t let you go back on your own,” Karina said. “All beat up and sad. Arthur might kill you somehow, or Daniel will bring the house down, or Henry, you might poison everyone with your cooking.”
Emily opened her eyes. “Mommy!”
“Hi, baby.”
“Where are we?”
“In Detroit. We had to make a stop here for a little while, but Lucas and Henry are taking us home with them now.”
There had to be words to describe the look on Lucas’s face, but she didn’t know them. He probably didn’t know them, either. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he were surprised, relieved, happy, or mad.
“I believe there is a fast-food place three blocks north,” Henry said. “We could go there, use their phone, and drink coffee while we wait to get picked up. I could use some coffee.”
“Can you make it?” Lucas asked.
“If I faint, just leave me in the street.”
Lucas slid his shoulder under Henry’s arm.
“Thank you.”
They started down the street.
“You don’t own me anymore,” Karina said quietly.“Fine,” Lucas said.
“And I will have my own room.”
“Fine.”
“And if you need to feed, you will ask me. Nicely.”
He stopped and glared at her.
“Nicely,” she told him.
“Fine.”
“But all kidding aside, you will still cook, right?” Henry asked. “You said—”
“Yes, I will definitely cook.”
“Oh, good,” Henry said. “I was afraid you would quit and we would have to eat Lucas’s cooking.”
“My cooking is fine,” Lucas said.
Ahead, the familiar yellow-on-red sign rose on the corner.
“Are we going there, Mommy?” Emily pointed at the sign.
“Yes.”
“Do we have money to get ice cream?”
“I have twenty dollars,” Henry said. “It’s a little bloody, but they will take it.”
“They’ll take it,” Lucas said grimly.
Karina pictured Lucas, a little bloody and a little pissed off, breaking the McDonald’s counter in half. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll get you all the ice cream you want.” Karina glanced back at the husk of the skyscraper. For a second she thought she saw her own self waving good-bye. Her new self smiled back. People who knew the old Karina would judge her, if they knew, but that didn’t matter. She made her own choices now.
She put her hand on Lucas’s arm. He bent it at his elbow, letting her fingers rest on his muscled forearm, and they walked side by side into the night.