“She went over to talk to Elizabeth earlier this afternoon. Elizabeth phoned me and said Summer started to cry and then left in a hurry.”
Walter’s look was thoughtful. “Sounds as if she was trying to reach out for help.”
“The only other person I can think of is her former roommate, Julie. I’ll call her now.”
“Julie, of course,” his father said as if he should’ve thought of her himself.
James looked up the number and spoke to Julie’s new roommate for several minutes.
“Julie’s contract with Disney was up at the same time as Summer’s,” he said as he hung up. “Now that I think about it, Summer did say something about Julie being on tour with a musical group.”
“So she’d be staying in hotels. Unlikely Summer would go to her.”
James closed his eyes. His wife had walked out on him into a cold, friendless world.
“What about her brother?”
After another quick call, James shook his head. “Adam and Denise haven’t heard from her. All I did was scare them,” he said grimly.
“Did you check the airlines?”
“Where would she go?” James asked, losing his patience.
“I don’t know,” Walter admitted reluctantly. He began pacing.
His movements soon irritated James. “For heaven’s sake, will you kindly sit down?”
“I can’t sit here and do nothing.”
“Yes, you can and you will,” James insisted, making a decision. “I’ll take the car and drive around, see if I can find her. You stay here by the phone in case she calls or we hear something.”
“Okay. Check in with me every half hour.”
James nodded. As he climbed into the car, he felt as if he was setting out on a journey without a map. Essentially he was, he thought as he drove through the narrow neighborhood streets. Try as he might, he couldn’t figure out where she’d go. He tried to put himself in her shoes. Alone in a strange city with few friends.
The only thing he could do was ask God to guide him.
* * *
The wind blew off Puget Sound and buffeted Summer as she stood at the end of the pier. The waterfront was one of her favorite places in all of Seattle. Not knowing where else to instruct the taxi to take her, she’d had the driver bring her here.
She loved to shop at the Pike Place Market. Every Saturday morning James came down to the waterfront with her, and they bought fresh fruit and vegetables for the week. He’d been wonderfully patient while she browsed in the tourist shops that stretched along the waterfront. Some of their happiest moments in Seattle had been spent on this very pier.
How she hated to leave this city. It was as if everything in her was fighting to keep her in Seattle. Her husband was here, her home, her very life.
The instant she’d walked into James’s large house, she’d experienced a powerful sense of homecoming. She’d never said anything to her husband—he might think her reaction was silly—but Summer felt that his house had always been meant for them together.
She’d like to think that somewhere in James’s subconscious he’d known he was going to fall in love and marry. The house had been his preparation for her entry into his life.
Tears blinded her eyes. She didn’t want to focus on her unhappiness, so she turned her attention to the water. The pull of the tide fascinated her. The dark, murky waters of Elliott Bay glistened in the lights overhead. A green-and-white ferry chugged into the terminal.
Summer closed her eyes, willing herself to walk away. Except that she didn’t know where she’d go. One thing was certain; she couldn’t spend the night standing at the end of the pier. She’d need to find herself a hotel. In the morning her head would be clearer and she could make some decisions.
She was about to reach for her suitcase when she sensed someone approaching. Not wanting company, even the nonintrusive sort, Summer turned away from the railing. She kept her eyes lowered, but that didn’t prevent her from recognizing James.
He sauntered to the railing several feet from where she stood. Wordlessly he stared into the distance.
Summer wasn’t sure what she should do. She couldn’t very well walk away from him now. It had been difficult enough the first time. She didn’t have the strength to do it again.
“How’d...how’d you find me?” she asked.
He continued to stare into the distance. “Lucky guess,” he finally said in cool tones.
Summer doubted that James felt lucky being married to her just then. He was furious with her. More furious than she’d ever seen him.
She wanted to explain that she was a detriment to his career, but couldn’t force the words through her parched throat.
The tears that had flowed most of the day returned. She brushed them away with her fingertips.
“Was I such a bad husband?” he demanded in the same chilling tone.
“No,” she whispered.
“Did I do something so terrible you can’t forgive me for?”
Sobbing, she shook her head.
“You’ve fallen out of love with me,” he suggested next.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she cried. If she’d loved him any more than she already did, her heart couldn’t have stood it.
“Then tell me why you walked out on me.”
“My letter...”
“...explained nothing.”
“I...I...” She was trembling so much she couldn’t speak.
James walked over to her and reached for her suitcase. “We’re going back to the house and we’re going to talk about this. Then, if you’re still set on leaving, I’ll drive you to the airport myself. Understand?”
All she could manage was a weak nod.
Thankfully, he’d parked the car close by. Summer felt disoriented. Maybe she shouldn’t be this happy that James had found her, but she was. Even if he was angry with her, she was grateful he was taking her home.
James opened the car door for her and set her suitcase in the backseat. He didn’t speak so much as a single word on the drive home.
When they pulled into the driveway, Summer saw Walter’s car.
“Your father’s here?”
James didn’t answer her. Nor did he need to. Walter was already out the door.
“Where’d you find her?” he asked, bolting toward them.
“The waterfront.”