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Chapter no 50

The Reappearance of Rachel Price

What do you think happened to Charlie, and Je, and Sherry?

Ramsey waited for the answer, sitting in the Royalty Inn conference room, haloed by the bright softbox light behind.

Bel was on the couch, cushions arranged neatly around her.

She wasnt alone this time. Mom was on one side, Carter the other.

Her knees pressed against the coee table. A full bottle of water they werent allowed to drink, three glasses this time. And the marble chessboard, still missing its queen. Bel had it in her pocket, was going to put it back when they were nished. She didnt need it anymore.

I dont know,” Mom said, taking this one.

It was their Exit Interview. At least, that was what the clapper board said. The last scene of The Reappearance of Rachel Price, with what was left of the Prices.

Ash was here somewhere, hiding behind the glare of the lights, wearing that ugly purple sweater again, the one with the dinosaurs. James was behind the big camera, Saba with the microphone tripod, its gray uy head hanging over them.

Its been two weeks since Jeff and Sherry were last seen.” Ramsey steepled his ngers. Almost a month since your husband, Charlie, went missing. Do you have any idea where they are, why they left?

I dont know where they are,” Mom said, holding his gaze, blinking just enough to make it believable. The police are convinced Charlie left the country, ran away to Canada. That Jeff and Sherry did too, they found evidence to support that, like it was planned somehow, the three of them. As to whyI can only guess.

And what is your guess, Rachel?” Ramsey pushed.

She took a breath, like she needed time to think. My reappearance put a lot of strain on the family. A lot of stress, a lot of adjusting, and it also came with a lot of scrutiny, a lot of questions, and a lot of attention from the media.” She paused, holding it for eect, like Bel had told her to. I think me coming back stirred something up. I dont know if they were involved in something illegal, but I think my return was the catalyst, part of their decision to leave, why they felt they needed to. Bel, you heard your dad and your uncle Jeff arguing a lot, even before I returned, didnt you?

Yeah,” Bel said, picking up the thread. A lot of ghts. Always about money. Thats why Dad actually agreed to this documentary in the rst place; he was desperate for the money. I dont know if that had anything to do with it.

Her mom nodded, taking the oor again. We dont have the answers. Ive tried, wondering what secret they shared, what made them want to leave. Maybe they thought I knew something, from back before I disappeared, maybe that would explain it, butI dont. I guess we just have to hope theyll all come home someday and we can work through it.

What about you, Carter?” Ramsey turned to her. Have you heard from your parents at all, since they took o?

Carter sat up straighter. Not since the night of Grandpas eighty-fth birthday.

And how does it make you feel, that theyve gone? That they left you behind?

Its sad,” Carter snied. Whatever the reason is, must be pretty bad for them to leave their fteen-year-old daughter behind, no contact. I miss them, and I hope theyre OK. But they chose to leave, and I like to think

they left me behind to protect me somehow. Im still dealing with all this. Only been two weeks.

Youve been staying with your aunt and your cousin?

Yes,” Mom said, answering this one. Carter is family too, and she will always be welcome to stay with us, for as long as she needs. Were happy to have her, arent we, Bel?

Ask me in front of the camera, why dont you, so I have to be nice.” Bel smirked.

Carter punched her in the arm.

Ramsey smiled, watching the two of them, giving the moment space. So its another mystery, what happened to Charlie, and Jeff and

Sherry?” he followed up.

Mom nodded. Another mystery.

Circling back.” Ramsey leaned forward, which meant a dicult question was coming. We still dont have answers to the main mystery of your disappearance, the man who took you, Rachel. You identied Phillip Alves after the incident at your home a couple weeks ago, when he broke in. But police have since discovered that Phillip Alves was in Mexico the day you were released, when you reappeared, so it cant be him. Any comments on that?

Yes,” Mom said, like shed expected it, because she had. Theyd prepared answers for any question Ramsey might ask. In that moment, I was sure it was him. It was dark, and I only ever saw my captor in the dark, he never got close. Maybe it was just the fear, when I saw him attacking Bel, and instinct took over. I was wrong. It wasnt Phillip Alves. The man is still out there, somewhere, and now Im not sure Id even recognize him, if I do see him.

Ramsey nodded, ngers cupping his chin. Are you concerned, at all, that youll never have the answer? That the police will never nd him?

They hadnt prepared for this one. Bel slid her hand along the couch, nudging her little nger against her moms leg, letting her know she was right here. It didnt matter if the camera saw.

Mom looked at her, half a second, and that was enough. If youd asked me a few weeks ago, I might have said yes. I thought I needed that answer, that I couldnt live without it. But now, I think Im OK with the not- knowing. Ive been a mystery myself for a very long time, the past sixteen years, so I think Im OK, living in mystery.” Her voice cracked and it was real, Bel could tell the dierence. But I wont live in fear anymore. I did that for a long time, and I fought my way home, back to my family. Its time to move on, answers or not. And I have these two here, to help me nd my way.

Ramsey sat back, a smile that was all eyes and no teeth, holding the three of them in his gaze.

And thats a wrap!” he said, bringing his hands together, clapping, holding it out to them.

James joined in, behind the camera. Saba too.

And Ash, emerging in front of one of the lights, glowing, winking when he caught Bels eye.

Bel clapped too, sent it his way. Then Carter. Then her mom.

The room came alive with the sound of their scattered applause, and no one wanted to be the rst to stop.

They clapped, not just because it was ending, but because it mattered. Because it had changed them, all of them.

Youre leaving today?” Mom asked Ramsey, out in the parking lot.

James and Saba were loading their equipment into the van behind. Ash was struggling to carry one of those large metal trunks, knocking into the hotel door with a crash.

Yeah,” Ramsey said. Our ight is this evening.

Bel and Carter hung back, leaning against their moms car.

Well.” Mom held out her hand. Goodbye. Thank you, for everything, Ramsey.

his.

Ramsey took her hand, but he didnt shake it, held it between both of

No. Thank you, Rachel. Well be in touch. About the lm.” Ash dropped something else.

Do you need a hand?” Carter asked him. Yours clearly dont work very

well.

Ash smirked. Starting to sound like your cousin.

Ramseys eyes icked over to Bel. I know you dont think youre slinking off without saying goodbye to me, Bel Price.

Caught me, mate.” She sidled over, replacing her mom, who went to help Carter. Sothe documentary is done.

It is. Not going to be the plotty, twisty story I thought I had a few weeks ago,” he said pointedly.

Bel dropped her eyes.

Ramsey knew. Of course he knew. He didnt know everything, the whole truth, but he knew as much as Ash. Hed seen their footage, before she destroyed it. He knew Rachel was lying, that a stranger hadnt kept her in a basement for sixteen years, that the answer was closer to home and the Price family had secrets, he just didnt know what.

The lm that could have been.

Ramsey was watching her. No,” he continued, it wont be the plotty, twisty story I thought I wanted. It will be something better, something with a human element. A quieter story, about a mother and daughter nding each other again, overcoming their dierences and doubts. A journey that changes both of them. Not as shocking as the lm I once had, no, it probably wont make as much moneyit denitely wontbut its a story worth telling.

Bel nodded, unsure what to say.

Got something for you.” He lowered his voice, pulling something out of his pocket, a memory stick. Ive been a lmmaker a long time,” he said, almost a whisper. I always make sure the footage is backed up to the cloud.

Bels heart staled in her chest, dropping to her gut.

Lips open around a phantom word. Oh no, oh fuck, the footage.

But Ramseys eyes were kind. Not a threat, but a gift. He held the memory stick out toward her. Its gone now. I deleted it all, permanently, everything you and Ash shot together. This is the last remaining copy. Thought you might want it.

He handed it over.

Bel took it, her ngers brushing his. Ramsey had the footage; he could have had that lm he wanted, the one that exposed Rachel, the one that pitted her and Bel against each other, plotty, twisty, shocking. But hed chosen not to. Hed made his choice.

Thank you,” she said, pushing the memory stick into her pocket. Ramsey smiled. Its your story, not mine.

He held out his hand. Well, I guess this is goodbye, then.

Dont think so, mate.” Bel batted his hand away. She leaned up with both arms and hugged him.

Ramsey returned the hug, holding tight but not as tight as her. If you ever need anything, sweetheart, just call me, yeah?” he said. I know Im halfway around the world, but Im always here, OK?

OK,” Bel said, mued against his jacket.

Ramsey pressed a kiss to the top of her head, buried in her hair.

Right, go on.” He pulled away, eyes glistening. Get out of here, before I start bawling.” He wiped his eyes and waved his hand. Go on, Im serious, get out of here, mate. Cant be crying out on the street.

Bel laughed, stepping away from him, but she couldnt get out of here, not quite yet.

Ash!

He was standing right there, not helping, like hed been waiting for his turn.

What?” He walked over, ares swishing against the concrete. Im very busy.

Too busy for this?” Bel dropped her backpack to the crook of her elbow, reached inside for the yellow fabric. She handed it over. I went back

to get this for you.

Ash unfolded the cropped T-shirt and his face lit up. Pugs Not Drugs,” he said, turning it around to show her the sad, chubby pug. I love this little guy. Gonna wear it all the time.

Of course you will,” she said. You know, youre ridiculous, and strange, and pretty annoying, actually.” She took a breath, unlocked her jaw. But Im glad I met you.

Ash pointed the pug at her. Flattery will get you nowhere, Bel.” “That was the last one.

Yeah.” Ash balled up the T-shirt, holding it to his chest, in front of his heart. Ill miss you,” he said quietly.

Really?” She sneered. But Im unpleasant?

Ash laughed, pressed the T-shirt to his mouth. Thoroughly unpleasant.” Bel stepped forward. She prodded him in the shoulder with two ngers.

I guess Ill see you,” she said.

I mean, we probably wont. I live in a dierent country, but…” He stopped himself, eyes shining as they found hers, glazing over. They would both cry about it, tears that felt happy but tasted sad, just not here, not now. He reached out, pushed two ngers against her shoulder. I guess Ill see you too.

Bel!” Carter called. You ready to go?” “Im ready,” she said, keeping it to herself.

Mom blipped the car, opening the drivers-side door.

Carter hesitated. Where do you want to sit?” she asked Bel.

Bel paused, eyes oating from the front passenger door to the back. Ill take the backseat.

She climbed in, sitting here because she could. The backseat wasnt the thing that hurt her, it was the men who had chosen to. Her mom never abandoned her, so it couldnt hold that over her anymore. And really, it was just a seat, same as the front.

Mom started the engine, pulling out onto Main Street. Bel turned to watch the lm crew standing there, waving, shrinking behind them, until they were just specks and stick people, then nothing.

Ramsey said it was her story, but it was his too. And that made her think of something, a memory that turned over, became something new.

Ramsey lmed a documentary last year, it didnt get picked up, they said it lacked a human element. He shot it in Millinocket, Maine. But thats the same place you…”

Mom blinked; Bel watched her in the rearview mirror.

It was you!” she said. You were Lucas Ayer on Twitter. Left a comment telling Ramsey to look into the Rachel Price case. Youre the reason this documentary happened.

Mom shrugged. I saw the lm crew around town, got scared that someone might spot me, recognize me in the background. So I laid low. But it got me thinking, that a documentary could be useful. I wanted to see Charlie have to lie on camera, pretend he had no idea what happened to me. But also, you know, money. That if I came back, theyd oer me more for my side of the story, that it would keep us going for a few years. So I tweeted him. Didnt think it would work. I guess I was too good of a mystery to miss.

You told me you dont understand Twitter,” Carter said, feet up on the dashboard, legs too long.

No, thats still true. TikTok is the most confusing, though. Why is everyone so loud?

Carter laughed. You just need to turn your volume down. I showed you already, the buttons at the side.

Too many buttons,” Mom muttered. Theres literally just three.

A squad car was parked ahead, Police Chief Dave Winter outside, writing up a ticket for someone. Dave spotted them as the trac slowed. He waved, badge glinting. Mom nodded and Bel pressed her lips into a smile. Shed let Dave out of his promise. He had been right, he owed Bel nothing, and Charlie even less. As long as he stayed far away from the truth.

Carter stiened as they drove past.

Mom noticed. Anyway,” she said, I thought that interview went really well.

Carter shrugged. I dont know. I think I took too long with my answers, that my face gave it away whenever Ramsey said Jeff or Charlies names. What if they can tell Im lying? What if people watch it and gure out that I killed them both?

Carter.” Mom stopped at a red light, turned to her. I dont want to hear you say that, even think that. You didnt kill anybody, trust me.

Carter pulled her legs back, tucked her hands between her knees. I did, though.

Listen to me, you did not kill anyone. Charlie pulled Jeff over the edge.

He killed him.

But I pushed Charlie. I killed Charlie.

Mom breathed in, held on to it for a long moment, the turn signal ticking, counting it down before she let it go. No, Carter. You didnt kill Charlie. I did.

What?” Bel said, mind reeling, doubling back, going for her heart. What are you saying?

Moms eyes were on the road, not on them. Jeff was dead. I thought Charlie was too, but he survived the fall, woke up when I was dragging him through the mine. He was in a bad way, couldnt move, couldnt really speak, but his eyes were open. He begged me not to do it.” She coughed, sliding her hands down the steering wheel. He didnt survive the second fall.

What?” Carters hands went to her mouth.

You said you wouldnt lie to us anymore.” Bel stared through the back of her moms head. If she was telling the truth, why was she only saying this now, two weeks later?

Im not lying,” Mom said, keeping her eyes to herself. Thats what happened. Carter didnt kill anybody. Charlie killed Je, and I killed Charlie.

There was a shift in Carter as she said it, almost instant; Bel watched it happen from the backseat. A lightening in her shoulders, a brightening in her eyes, a new ease in the way she held her mouth, the way the air passed through, not quite so heavy anymore.

And Bel understood.

Maybe Mom was lying to them, one nal lie, but if she was, then that was why she did it. To keep Carter safe, not from the police, but from her guilt. And if that was what she was doing, then it was a lie Bel could live with, could forgive. A truth she didnt have to know, one last mystery of the great, disappearing Rachel Price. The kind of thing a good mom would do.

Mom pulled into the parking lot, backing into a spot. So dont say that again, Carter, because its not true. You didnt do anything wrong.” She turned off the engine and reached across, losing her ngers in Carters copper hair. OK?” she said, tugging at a strand.

OK.” Carter pressed the word into a smile, wrestling her hair back. Maybe shed even be able to sleep in her own room tonight. Not that Bel minded, except her little sister did kick in her sleep. Legs way too fucking long.

The spare room was now Carters, and Mom had moved back into her old bedroom, new bed, new mattress, throwing out anything Charlie had touched.

Right, come on.” Mom unclipped her seat belt. We have paint to buy.” “Not more paint,” Bel growled, climbing out. Do you like eggshell, or

oatmeal, or dove? Its all white, Mom, just pick one.

Have you seen the swatches shes put up on my wall?” Carter emerged from the car. Says I can choose, but at least three of them are the color of vomit.

Girls, stop bullying me or youre both grounded.” She grinned.

If you ground one of us for anything,” Bel said, it should be the number of times Carter says fuck.

Fuck o.” Carter tried to trip her, standing on her heels.

They laughed. Carters laugh sounded like Bels, and Bels sounded like Moms, tting together, like they belonged.

Carter!” a voice yelled across the parking lot.

They all turned to see where it had come from, Bel stiening, her bones locking. But it was just Carters friends from school, standing outside Rosas Pizza, next to the hardware store.

Carter waved.

Can I go?” she asked Mom, but her eyes icked to Bel, waited there instead.

Bel dipped her head, tilted her chin. Of course you can,” she said, saying more than that with her eyes. Go on.

Thanks,” Carter hissed. Ill see you in there, MoAunt Rachel,” she corrected herself, people passing on the way to their cars.

Carter ran away from them, disappearing as her friends re-formed around her.

She left. And that was OK, because Bel knew she would come back. Carter would always come back, whether she was just going over there to say hello to her friends, or if she went all the way to New York for dancing school. The people who loved you, the ones who really cared, they would always come back.

Sometimes, they even came back from the dead.

Guess its just you and me, kid.” Mom hooked her arm through Bels, heading toward the entrance. You OK? What are you thinking?

Nothing, sorry,” Bel said. Actually, it was something. I was thinking I would message this girl. Sam. The one who gave me the bracelet with the skulls. She used to be my friend.

The last friend Bel ever had, before she pushed everyone away. But she was ready to be somebodys friend again, now she knew how it worked. That it didnt matter if they drifted, or someone got hurt, or it didnt last forever. It still mattered.

Yeah.” Mom looked at her with a knowing smile. You should. Maybe invite her over sometime?

Bel nodded. She just might do that.

Mom picked out a shopping cart, wheeled it toward the doors. We should get some bookshelves too. For the living room.

Id like that.

Anything else you want?” Mom said, glancing down at the list in her hand.

There wasnt.

Bel just wanted to be here, with her mom, looking at a thousand shades of white and pretending to see a dierence, because it wasnt about the paint at all. It was about them, a daughter and a mom, learning all the ways they could nd each other again, t back together, trying, until it was like it never happened, like no time had been taken from them at all.

Theyd get there. They were already well on their way.

The automatic doors sprang open for them, and Bel helped her mom push the cart through, righting one of the wheels.

They crossed the threshold, walked inside.

The doors slid shut behind them, taking them away with a midnight shush.

They disappeared.

But this time, they did it together.

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