The night sky was a downpour and the wipers barely kept up, as Katie merged onto the highway heading for home. She sobbed the whole drive; teeth clenched and eyes blinded, body shaking in uncontrollable spasms as if she had fallen through ice and might succumb to the last throes.
She wanted to call Joseph, but her energy was focused solely on keeping the car on the road.
Finally, she arrived, clicked the remote, and drove into the garage. In the kitchen she dialed her assistant at the office and took a deep breath.
"Janice, please book me on the next flight to San Jose and call me back with the info. I'm home packing. I know...I'm fine...thanks."
Katie returned the receiver and walked straight to the bedroom.
She entered the walk-in, reached up and tossed out some empty shoe boxes, and brought down a satin hatbox. She moved slowly to the bed, staring at the top, as she set it down, lifting the lid.
Brushing papers and pictures aside, she worked her way through the box until she came upon a small red envelope. Her eyes filled and her hands began to tremble as she opened the envelope and removed a small bit of colored paper. Her left hand cupped her eyes as if to dam the tears from spilling over and flooding the note in her right. She glanced at the handwriting, dropped the page, and stumbled to the sink.
The cold water hitting her face helped the nausea, but she was still too dizzy to reach for a towel. She gripped the marble and stared through the mirror, seeing nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Words Under Red
Historia CortaKatie is a successful news anchor who hides a childhood secret, that surfaces when a friend dies tragically. As she walks through the memories of her past, she'll learn more about her friend, and find herself in the journey.
