The Rathbone Assignment:
Part III, Derrick Comes Home
Erica reached out instead with her mind for something solid to latch onto. She thought of the locked doors and windows and the remains of the duct tape on the kitchen counter. These held no comfort, no safety. She thought of the trees on her drive home and the air as she drove. This offered her a moments refuge but then she remembered the steaks and asparagus growing warm on the kitchen counter, the soda bottles in the driveway, and the bag with the test in it still sitting in the passenger seat of the minivan. She clenched her teeth to try and contain the sob that threatened to erupt from her throat. She held her legs against herself in the darkness and rocked herself gently until her tears subsided.