Foreshadow

  Foreshadow

  by Brea Essex

  Published by Astraea Press

  www.astraeapress.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.

  FORESHADOW

  Copyright © 2011 BREA ESSEX

  ISBN 978-1-936852-83-3

  Cover Art Designed by Elaina Lee

  Edited by Nia Plummer

  To my father Jack, who always told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be and always encouraged me in my writing.

  And to my husband Easton: thank you for your incredible patience with me while I wrote!

  Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

  ~William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  Part One

  The Nightmare Begins

  How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!

  ~Logan Pearsall Smith

  Chapter One

  Raena

  The flat tone of the monitor reverberated through my head as my mother’s lifeless hand began to turn cold in mine. I stared into her empty eyes as a doctor came in and pronounced her time of death. A nurse reached over and disconnected the monitors, asking if I needed anything. “I’m fine,” I insisted.

  “Take as long as you need,” the doctor told me, his voice low.

  In all honesty, I couldn’t wait to get out of the hospital. I’d grown sick of the cold, sterile environment. I was tired of their sympathetic looks. I had been there for weeks on end while my mother had lingered on the brink of death. I had no reason to stay now that she was gone. “It’s okay. You can take her now. I’ve already said my goodbyes.”

  “We’ll call you when her remains are ready,” the doctor informed me.

  “Okay.”

  I sat in the chair and watched as they covered my mother’s body. They brought in a stretcher and moved her from the hospital bed, wheeling her out of the room. Everything felt as though it moved in slow motion. I wished they would hurry up so I could get out of there. I followed them to the door and watched until they reached the elevator. When the doors closed, cutting off my view of her for the last time, I gathered my things and began to leave.

  A voice stopped me in the hall. “Excuse me, Miss Davenport?”

  Hmm… I’d never been called “Miss” before. “Yes?” I turned and froze. The person standing behind me wore a police uniform.

  “I’m Officer Miller.” He flashed a badge. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  I bit my lip, determined not to cry. “Thank you.”

  “Would you mind coming with me?” he asked.

  “Am I in trouble?”

  “No, not at all. I just need to speak with you.”

  I agreed, and he led me down the hall to an office. My mother’s doctor sat behind the desk, and a woman in a suit sat in one of the chairs facing the desk.

  “What’s going on?” I demanded.

  “Raena, sit down, please,” the doctor said. “This will take a few moments.”

  Moving on autopilot, I sat in the only empty chair. Officer Miller leaned against the wall. “Will someone tell me what’s going on?” I asked.

  No one answered for a moment. The woman sitting next to me finally spoke up. “Hello, Raena, my name is Sonya. I’m a social worker with Child Protective Services.” She paused, as if waiting for an answer to a question she had yet to ask.

  “Umm…hi.” What else did she expect me to say?

  “We’re sorry for your loss,” she continued. I suspected I would be hearing a lot of that in the near future.

  “What’s this about?” I asked. “My mom’s insurance should have covered all of her bills. Her cremation’s all paid for.”

  “This doesn’t have anything to do with bills, Raena,” the doctor told me.

  “Then what?”

  The social worker spoke up again. “Your mother’s will names Genevra and Shane Deville as your legal guardians.”

  “Yes.” Genevra and my mother had lived down the street from each other when they’d been little and had stayed friends up until my mother died. So Genevra and Shane had been the logical people to name as my guardians, especially since they already had another foster daughter. “And?”

  “Well, I’m afraid we cannot contact them at the moment.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It means we have to take you to a children’s shelter until they can be reached to pick you up.”

  I stared at her, not quite comprehending. “I can’t go home?”

  “Since you’re still a minor, we cannot legally allow you to return home by yourself.”

  “But I’ve been living by myself this whole time while my mom has been in the hospital,” I protested, my voice rising.

  “I’m sorry. We will try calling them again, but until we can contact them, I’m afraid we will have to take you to the shelter.”

  “Look, my mother just died. Isn’t that enough for one day?”

  “There’s nothing I can do. You will have to come with me.”

  “Can I have a few minutes?”

  The social worker began to protest, saying that she couldn’t let me out of her custody. “Why don’t you take her down to the cafeteria, Sonya?” the doctor suggested.

  Great. I had been hoping to get away from her. “That’s fine.”

  We headed downstairs to the cafeteria. “Do you want some coffee?” Sonya asked.

  I sighed. “Look, I know you’re just doing your job, but I’m not in a talking mood. We can get some coffee, but please don’t expect me to spill my life story to you.”

  Her expression closed. I hadn’t meant to hurt her, but I meant it when I said I didn’t want to talk. I opened my mouth to apologize. She had turned away to order her coffee.

  While she ordered, I turned around to look at the people crowding the cafeteria. I wondered how many of them had just lost parents, children, friends. Across the room, I spotted someone—a man who could only be described as a golden god. I couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked only a little older than me, and he was incredibly hot. I realized my jaw had dropped, and I quickly snapped it shut before the heavenly vision positioned directly across from me noticed my brief stupidity. I rapidly looked him over, hoping he wouldn’t notice my scrutiny. He had slightly spiked sandy hair with tips bleached by the sun, and a golden surfer tan. I took an involuntary step toward him.

  “Raena?”

  I turned. Sonya held her coffee. “Are you going to order?”

  I looked back to where the golden man had been standing, but he had vanished. I had missed my chance. I shook my head to clear it. My mother had just died—I didn’t need to be thinking about some guy. Still, talking to him might have been a welcome distraction—much better than talking to Sonya.

  “You don’t want anything?” she asked.

  I pasted a strained smile on my face. Forget about the guy, I told myself. “No, I’ll get something.” I glanced at the menu. They didn’t have chai. “I’ll have a latte,” I told the girl behind the counter.

  As I waited for my drink, I looked around the cafeteria for the guy I had spotted. No sign of him anywhere. Still, looking for him had to be better than listening to Sonya ramble on.

  But the longer I sat here and listened to her talk, the more time Genevra and Shane would have to ge
t here. I had absolutely no desire to go to a children’s shelter. I just wanted to go home, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen, other than to pack. At least I was familiar with Genevra and Shane’s home. Yes, definitely better to sit here and listen to Sonya talk. I sat back and sipped my latte, pretending to listen to her.

  My phone rang. I pulled it out of my purse and glanced at the caller ID. It was Tanis, Genevra and Shane’s foster daughter. “I need to take this,” I told the social worker, answering it before she could respond.

  “Raena, where are you?” Tanis demanded in lieu of a hello.

  “At the hospital.”

  “Stay there. Mom and Dad are on their way. They were able to catch a last-minute flight.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, they just got off the phone with the doctor.”

  “Okay, thanks for letting me know.” I felt immensely relieved that I wouldn’t have to go to the children’s shelter.

  “Hey, Raena? I’m sorry about your mom.”

  I smiled a little, even though she couldn’t see me through the phone. “Thanks.”

  “I’ll see you when you get here.” She hung up without saying anything else.

  Sonya stared at me curiously. “Who was that?”

  Did she have to know everything? “Tanis, Genevra and Shane Deville’s foster daughter. Other foster daughter,” I amended. Now there would be two of us.

  She nodded. “And?”

  “They’re on their way to get me. I didn’t ask, but I’m guessing they’ll be here in about an hour and a half, maybe two.”

  “Well, in that case, why don’t we take you to your house so you can start packing?”

  My house. It wouldn’t be my first time entering it without my mother. I had done it many times before while she’d been in the hospital, but I had always thought she’d come home again. Now it only belonged to me.

  When we got in the car, I gave her quick directions. I lived close to the hospital. Sonya didn’t even bother to plug the address into her GPS. “I know where that street is. I can find it,” she explained.

  We were silent on the short drive to my house. She pulled into the driveway when we arrived.

  I took off my seat belt. “Are you coming in with me?”

  She nodded. “Yes, I have to. I’m legally obligated to stay with you until I can place you.”

  “Yeah, I get it.” As I got out of the car, I noticed something small and black on the doorstep. When I got closer, I realized it was a kitten. With a low cry, I crouched down to check on it. It stood, stretched, and rubbed up against my outstretched hand. It seemed extremely tiny, but healthy enough. A glint at its neck caught my eye. I caught the pink heart-shaped charm, which read “Nuada.” No address or phone number.

  “I wonder where she came from.” I mumbled out loud.

  “Who knows?” Sonya said. “Are you going to keep her?”

  Without answering, I picked the cat up and carried her into the house, with Sonya following at a distance. I stood in the entryway, surveying the interior of my house. “I can’t believe my mom is gone. I mean, I knew it would happen, but it’s hard to think I’ll never see her again. She’ll never step foot into this house again.”

  She came up behind me, placing her hand on my shoulder. “I wish I knew what to tell you.”

  “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to say anything. Thank you though.”

  I left her standing in the hall. I went to my room and stood in front of my closet, staring. Did I need to pack everything? I supposed I should. Las Vegas and Capitola, California weren’t exactly that close to each other. But would Genevra and Shane let me bring all of my belongings? What would happen to the rest of our things? I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. Would I need my hairdryer? I decided to take it. Tanis didn’t seem like the sharing type.

  Sonya stood looking at the photos hanging on the wall when I came out of my room with a suitcase in hand. “You look a lot like your mother.”

  “Thanks, but I don’t see it.”

  “I can’t help but notice that your father is missing from these photos.”

  “He died. I never met him.”

  “Your life has seen a lot of tragedy,” she remarked. I chose to ignore that comment. “Do you need some help packing?”

  I could tell that she’d offered mostly to make conversation, rather than actually wanting to help. “No, I’ve got it.” I disappeared back down the hall to get the boxes I had stored in the extra room. I had known this was coming. I probably should have packed already, but I hadn’t liked the idea of living out of boxes while my mother lay dying in the hospital.

  My phone rang. It was Genevra. “We just landed,” she informed me.

  “Okay. I’m at my house packing.”

  “Didn’t Tanis call you? We were going to pick you up at the hospital.”

  “Well, the social worker decided to bring me here so I could start packing.”

  She sighed. “We’ll be right there.”

  Chapter Two

  Genevra and Shane arrived shortly after I hung up with them. Genevra rushed over and hugged me as soon as she climbed out of the car. “I don’t know whether to tell you ‘I’m sorry,’ or scold you for not being at the hospital like you were supposed to be.”

  “Sorry,” I muttered. “I hadn’t planned on leaving there.”

  “Are you packed?” she asked.

  “Um…sort of.”

  “What do you mean ‘sort of’?”

  “I only have a couple of boxes packed,” I admitted.

  She sighed. “All right, let’s go inside and get your things together.” She looked at Sonya. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Sonya, Raena’s social worker. Are you Genevra Deville?”

  Apparently, Sonya had some paperwork Genevra and Shane needed to sign. I wandered into my room to resume packing while they discussed their business.

  “Raena, where are you?” Genevra called a little while later.

  “Sorry!” I rushed down the hall from the bathroom, where I’d been packing up my makeup and hair products. “Here I am.”

  “The social worker is gone. Do you need some help?”

  “Yeah.” Just then, the cat ran down the hall. I had almost forgotten about her.

  “When did you get a cat?” Genevra asked.

  “I found her on the doorstep when I got home from the hospital. Can I please keep her? I kind of feel like she’s good luck, or something. Like she’s a last gift from my mom.”

  She sighed. “Well, I can hardly argue with you there. I think it will be okay. But you have to take care of her.”

  “Oh, I will! I promise.”

  “Does she have a name?”

  “Yeah. Nuada.” I put her down on the ground and glanced around. “I guess we should get back to packing. Let me see if I can find some suitcases.”

  “We brought some empty boxes with us if you need them,” she offered.

  “Um…sure. I have some boxes, but I might need more. I guess I should at least pack all my clothes, right?”

  “I think it’s a good idea.”

  Shane headed out to their car, and when he came back in we packed quickly. It felt odd, throwing the contents of my life into cardboard and sealing it away. I’ll be taking it all out again when I get to Genevra and Shane’s, I reminded myself. I couldn’t think of their house as home. This was home. It always would be, despite my mom’s absence.

  “Are we ready?” Genevra asked after Shane had carried the last box out to the car.

  “I guess so,” I said. I grabbed my purse, and we headed for the door. I took one last look around the house, wondering when I would see it again. I reluctantly shut the door on my memories and locked it behind me.

  Chapter Three

  I was running late as usual. Tanis stood downstairs, waiting for me. “Hurry up, Raena!” she called from her position by the door. “I’m going to leave without you!”

  Yeah right, I thought. Same threat every mo
rning. Genevra would never let her leave me behind.

  It had been a month since I’d moved in with Genevra, Shane, and Tanis—a month since my mother died. Even though I missed her, I’d try to make myself glad she had gone to a better place. Where that might be, I had no idea—it was just something people always told me when they found out I’d lost my mother.

  I tried to hurry down the stairs, being careful not to trip in the oh-so-cute designer heels I had just bought. Retail therapy helped me cope with my grief—okay, not really, but it made for a great distraction. “All right, I’m here!” I told Tanis, exasperated. She rolled her eyes at me and walked outside without saying anything else.

  “Aren’t those a little impractical for school?” Genevra asked, coming into the foyer with my lunch in hand.

  I grinned at her and took the proffered bag. “Yeah, I guess they are,” I responded, “but they’re so cute!”

  Tanis leaned on the car horn, and I rushed outside, calling, “Bye, Genevra!” over my shoulder.

  I climbed into the car and tossed my messenger bag—I would never wear a backpack—into the backseat. “About time,” Tanis muttered under her breath.

  “Relax,” I told her. “We’re not going to be late.”

  “I don’t understand why you can’t get up earlier.”

  “Because you hog the bathroom!”

  “Maybe if you set your alarm earlier, you could get in there before me,” she shot back.

  Hmm…good point. I would have to think about her suggestion. I wasn’t about to admit she might be right, so I just fell silent as Tanis pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the school.

  “Are you ready for the English test?” she asked. We had the same teacher for English, but at different times.

  “Uh, I guess so. I sort of studied.”

  “I don’t know how you keep your grades up.”

  “If I study too much, I forget things,” I informed her.