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Authors: Joan Hall Hovey

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WOMAN LEARNS SHE IS A CHILD OF RAPE

 

Oh, God. Knowing everyone in town who subscribed to the Tribune was reading this didn't feel good. But what had she expected?
Get over it,
she told herself, and continued to read:

 

28-year-old Naomi Waters was born and raised in River's End.

She is a talented voice actor and adopted daughter of the late Lillian Waters, nurse and labour leader, who died recently after a brave and lengthy battle with cancer. Shortly after Ms. Waters passed on, Naomi learned she was adopted and that her birth mother, Mary Rose Francis, was in fact aboriginal, of Mi'kmaq descent.

Twenty-eight year ago, on a warm June night, Mary Rose was abducted by two men in a car, brutally assaulted and left for dead on Black Pond Road, an isolated area approximately ten miles east of River's End. The victim was sixteen years old at the time.

Says Waters, "The two men have never been identified. My birth mother spent eight months in hospital in a coma, and died just five days after giving me life. I've read all the write-ups that appeared in this paper at the time, and it seems to me not much effort was made to find her killers."

Naomi Waters vows to correct that injustice. She is determined to find her mother's killers and bring them to justice.

She is asking for the public's help. If anyone has any information …"

 

There was more in the sidebar, the location of the abduction, other quotes from people, more sparse details lifted from the articles she'd taken in to him. He'd also gotten a quote from a Sergeant Graham Nelson. "It was a difficult case at the time," he said. "The victim was chosen randomly and those are the hardest cases to solve. There were simply no clues to follow."

They didn't look hard enough, Naomi thought. More quotes from her and those who were interviewed back then. Naomi closed her eyes for moment. Were her killers reading this story, too? she wondered.
Are they looking at my picture? I must come as a big surprise to them.
God, she hoped so. She hoped they were shaking in their evil skins right now. And she was suddenly very glad the paper had carried the story. She was feeling better about things.

It was well-written. No errors or omissions, no twisting of words for dramatic purpose. Not that it needed it. Understated, letting the facts speak for themselves. At her insistence, he'd added both her phone number and email at the end. She thought about his warnings. 'You never know what kind of sickos are out there.'

That was kind of the point, wasn't it? Ferreting the two scumbags out from under their rocks.

She set the paper aside. "Well, Molly, what's your guess? Think we'll rattle some cages?" she asked, mixing her metaphors. Molly blinked up at her from her patch of sunlight on the floor by the window. "You know everything, don't you?" Naomi chuckled. "You are so smart." Molly gave her face a quick wash and went back to sleep.

The phone rang and her heart jumped, the smile vanishing from her face as she sprinted to answer it. "Hello."

"How
dare
you?" came the familiar voice, her aunt's venom oozing through the phone line, tying Naomi's stomach in knots. Old head tapes played on cue and she mentally braced herself for the onslaught. You are not a child, she reminded herself, even though her aunt could still take her back there with a look or a word. At Frank's prodding, she'd almost managed to put the woman out of her mind. Putting her out of her life was another matter entirely. But she should have expected this reaction from Edna.
She didn't think I'd have the guts to go to the paper. And maybe I just don't give a damn anymore what she thinks. It hadn't been her intention to embarrass anyone, but if that was part of the cost, well … tough….

She could hang up, but best to let her rant. Get it all out.

"How dare you drag our family through your own muck...?" Edna was saying over Naomi's thoughts, sounding like she was breathing fire and burning up with her own fuel. "Who the hell do you think you—"

"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, Aunt Edna. Isn't this what you wanted? For the truth to be told?" This she said calmly with a perverse satisfaction, surprising herself. "As I recall, you were quite adamant about that."

"You ungrateful little … My sister took you in and gave you a home. Damn little half-breed. You are nothing, a spawn of Satan. You…."

Unable to listen to more, Naomi hung up. Not banging the receiver down, she hurt too much for that, but placing it gently in its cradle.
To hell with you, Aunt Edna.
But her hands were shaking and she had to fight back the tears. Her mother wasn't here as a buffer anymore and Edna was giving full rein to the rage she'd always harboured where Naomi was concerned, a satisfaction denied her while her sister was alive. Still, Naomi was stunned at the depths of her hatred. Devil's spawn? She'd been speaking of Naomi's biological father, of course. The rapist. The monster.

She was devastated by her aunt's cruel words, and missing her mother more even than she realized. Why was she so surprised? She angrily mopped at tears with a tissue from her slacks' pocket. She had seen her aunt look at her with that same hatred and disdain from the time Naomi barely came up to her waist.

The crying had given her a headache and she took two Tylenol and went upstairs to lie down.

That's the last time I will shed tears because of Edna Bradley
, she promised herself fervently as she climbed the stairs.
The last damn time.

On silent paws, Molly padded up the carpeted stairs behind her.

 

* * *

 

"Don't you think you were a little rough on the kid, Edna?"

She'd just hung up the phone and now she whirled around to face her husband. "She's not a kid, Sam. Did you read this?" she asked, snatching the paper off the table, folded to Naomi's story, shook it at him, practically shoving it in his face.

He snapped it from her and tossed it back on the table. "I read it. She's got a right to try to find out who abducted her mother that night, raped her and beat her into a coma, if she wants to. I think it took courage to go public with this. Anyway, it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't told her she was adopted. But you couldn't wait for Lili to take her last breath, could you? So you could tell her. Damned if I know why. I don't suppose you want to enlighten me?"

Rage bubbled up like bile in Edna as she faced the tall, gentle man who was looking at her with such bewilderment and dislike. It was as though he had seen deeply into her soul for the first time and was more saddened than angry at what he saw, serving only to infuriate her more. How dare he judge her?

"That's not true. I loved my sister. Naomi always was your favourite, wasn't she? More important even than your own daughter. Makes me wonder why, Harold?" she sneered, leaving no doubt as to what she meant.

"You've got a dirty mind, Edna. I didn't favour her over Charlotte at all. I just never understood your hatred of the girl, that's all. I felt sorry for her."

 

 

Chapter Twelve

 

 

It was late in the afternoon when Naomi came downstairs to find the machine's red light blinking. She had four messages. She hit the play button and heard Frank Llewellyn's familiar voice.

"Hi, Naomi, Frank here. As you can imagine, I was surprised to say the least when I opened my morning paper. I wish you'd spoken to me first about this before you went ahead. I'm worried about you, honey. I'm not sure this was a wise move on your part, although I can understand why you did it. Edna will have a conniption." She heard a soft satisfied chuckle, before he said, "Still, you're very vulnerable in that house all by yourself. Call me, okay? If you're determined to pursue this, maybe I can be of some help."

Thanks, Frank, she thought.
I might just take you up on that.
She wasn't sure just how at the moment. But Frank was smart and he had connections. He could probably get the case file for her if it was still in existence. She felt a stirring of hope.

The next call was from her cousin. "Hey, Naomi, I just wanted you to know that I've been feeling really crappy about your finding out like you did … about everything. I love my mother, but she can be such an ass sometimes. She does have a good side, you know. It's just that she keeps it hidden most of the time. Anyway," she went on, "I hope you nail the creeps. Let's hook up for lunch soon if you're not too ticked at the whole family, for which I wouldn't blame ya. But I hope not. See ya. Oh, great picture of you, by the way. You look like that actress, Jennifer Connelly. Well, take care, Jen…." she giggled and clicked off.

Yeah, right, Naomi thought, allowing herself a small smile. She had almost forgotten how irreverent Charlotte could be, and how much fun. Tall and athletic with kinky wild blond hair, she'd always been something of a tomboy, which had irked Edna to no end. Charlotte was a fitness instructor at the Aerobics centre. They might have been friends had Edna allowed it. She wanted to call her back, but it seemed to her getting between Edna and her daughter could only invite more trouble, which she definitely didn't need and neither did Charlotte.

Uncle Harold, with his quiet, peace-loving ways couldn't have been much help to Charlotte growing up. He sure was no match for Edna. Naomi liked him though, and as a child, sensed he liked her too, though he was careful not to let it show when Aunt Edna was around.

The third message was from her publisher. Angela Haines spoke in her clipped, New York accent, friendly but no-nonsense. She had a new assignment for her.

Being in New York City, it was unlikely the editor would have any knowledge of happenings here in Naomi's neck of the woods, which was just as well. The River's End Tribune wasn't exactly well-known in the Big Apple. Naomi called her back and accepted the new assignment. She couldn't afford to be without a job. And her work was important to her.

The last message was a hang-up. She replayed it twice. In the background, she could hear country music. Only a fragment, three or four seconds at most, and then the click. Cranks, she thought, but she didn't dismiss the call altogether. She replayed the message half a dozen times, listening for some clue as to who her caller might be, but the connection was too brief. Someone trying to get up the nerve to talk to her? A neighbour who perhaps lived on the street at the time and saw something out her window?

Another possibility was that there was another woman out there who had suffered at the hands of these monsters, but survived the attack, and now decided to come forward,
 
chickening out at the last minute.

Whoever you are, please call back. But she tried not to let her hopes get too high. It was well she didn't. For the next day she received no calls at all, or in the days following. When a week passed and still there was nothing, her disappointment came close to despair. Had it all been for nothing? She stared at the mute phone. Please, please, call back, she pleaded silently with her mysterious caller.

Not that she received no other responses to the write-up. She did, as well as numerous emails, mostly from other adoptees eager to share their own stories. A few from anonymous sources, but nothing relevant to Mary Rose's case.

And then, out of the blue, while Naomi was washing the kitchen floor, Lisa Boyce called. "I used to be Lisa Cameron," she said. Even before she related that information, Naomi knew instinctively who it was. Perhaps it was the warmth, the kindness that came through the line that made her so sure. A voice belonging to a woman who, as a girl, would be the one to reach out to another child, one who stood outside the hallowed circle and needed a friend.

Naomi went to bed that night eagerly looking forward to meeting Mary Rose's old school pal at her home the next day. There were so many questions she wanted to ask her about the girl who gave birth to her.

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