Fallen Star (part 39)

Jodi was starving. She took out the almonds and protein bar, thinking about what had just happened. Maybe she’d fallen and bumped her head. But she didn’t really believe that was all of it. Jodi realized that she had been keeping secrets as much as their mom had. Only she’d been keeping the secret from

Fallen Star (part 35)

Their father left just after bedtime on a Sunday night. He had tucked them into the bed she and Stacy shared. Kissed their foreheads, saying “I love you,” to each of them as he stroked the bangs from their foreheads. Jodi knew something was wrong. She crept out of bed and followed him to the

Fallen Star (part 20)

“There wasn’t any lady,” Stacy announced. Her feet swung inches above the carpet. Jodi swiveled her entire body until she gaped at her sister. “Yes, there was.” Stacy shook her head, the tips of her blonde pony tail hitting the sides of her cheeks. “Uh uh.” Jodi let go of Stacy’s hand and turned to

Fallen Star (part 19)

“I remember all of it,” Stacy volunteered. Since that day, Stacy had abandoned her idea that by not talking about things, you could keep them from being real. She told the story to anyone who listened, and she told Dr. Mitchell everything—from getting up that morning, to taking the bus downtown, to wondering where their

Fallen Star (part 18)

They were asked to tell him everything about the day of the street fair that they could remember. “Why do you need to know that?” Stacy asked. Dr. Mitchell steepled his long fingers under his goateed chin. “Do you remember that day?” “Yes,” Stacy answered. “And you?” he nodded at Jodi. “Some,” Jodi said. “Which

Fallen Star (part 15)

She would never recall with any kind of clarity what happened in the next few hours. After some time passed, glimmers of foggy memories would slip in.. …being swept away by officers in blue… …being asked questions… “How did you know something had happened to your mother?” “The tattooed lady put the picture in my

Fallen Star (part 14)

“What about their mother?” someone asked. Throughout the crowd, other voices echoed the sentiment. “Please folks, move along,” the officer instructed. Jodi watched the tattooed woman leave with the rest of the crowd. She didn’t understand. Why was she leaving? How could she do that? She was the only other one who knew. She tried