WhiteSpace: Season Three: WhiteSpace, #3
By Sean Platt and David Wright
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The wait is over — from the bestselling authors of the Yesterday's Gone series, comes the final season of Whitespace.
It's an ordinary day on Hamilton Island … until a group of random people commit horrific acts of coordinated violence.
Except it wasn't random...
Police Chief Kevin Brady finds himself closer to the truth about his daughter's disappearance and how it ties to the massacre. Jon and Cass attempt to recover from tragedy, only to find themselves haunted by inner demons that threaten to undo them both. Milo is closer to learning what really happened to Alex, as his father attempts to protect him from the truth — and his employer. And Sarah finds an unlikely ally who might be able to help her get back home.
A covert surveillance and mind control program, missing children, transhumanism, clones, and murder are all part of a secret agenda which could determine the fate of humanity in this stunning series finale of the smash sci-fi thriller series.
★★★★★ "I loved this series! The wait was worth it, 'cause it did take awhile. Such an easy story to get hooked in. And after they did the "All-is-lost" beat to close last season, I had no clue how they were going to end the story, but these guys delivered and did an outstanding job." -- RTB
★★★★★ "This was a thrilling ending to a great series. There was so much intensity in this book that I couldn't sleep once the climactic ending started." -- David A. Tatman
★★★★★ "I always feel sort of bleak when I'm finished with a book that I enjoy, and this was no exception." -- DBStevens
WhiteSpace is a character-driven, mysterious, creepy, paranoid, sci-fi thriller that reads like the literary version of a televised serial with the mysteries of LOST and the future paranoia of Black Mirror. Read the whole series today.
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WhiteSpace - Sean Platt
WHITESPACE
Season Three
SEAN PLATT
DAVID WRIGHT
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Contents
Previously on Whitespace: Season Two…
Episode 13
Prologue
Prologue two
Chapter 1 - Kevin Brady
Chapter 2 - Jon Conway
Chapter 3 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 4 - Kevin Brady
Chapter 5 - Warren Conway
Chapter 6 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 7 - Jon Conway
Epilogue
Episode 14
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Brock Houser
Chapter 2 - Kevin Brady
Chapter 3 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 4 - Milo Anderson
Chapter 5 - Kevin Brady
Chapter 6 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 7- Milo Anderson
Chapter 8 - Stephen Anderson
Episode 15
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 2 - Jon Conway
Chapter 3 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 4 - Emma Hughes
Chapter 5 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 6 - Jon Conway
Chapter 7 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 8 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 9 - Jon Conway
Epilogue
Chapter 8 - Jon Conway
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Jon Conway
Chapter 2 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 3 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 4 - Jon Conway
Chapter 5 - Kevin Brady
Chapter 6 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 7 - Roger Heller
Chatper 8 - Jon Conway
Epilogue
Episode 17
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Jon Conway
Chapter 2 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 3 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 4 - Milo Anderson
Chapter 5 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 6 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 7 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 8 - Jon Conway
Chapter 9 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 10 - Kevin Brady
Epilogue
Episode 18
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 2 - Jon Conway
Chapter 3 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 4 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 5 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 6 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 7 - Jon Conway
Chapter 8 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 9 - Milo Anderson
Chapter 10 - Jon Conway
Chapter 11 - Stephen Anderson
Chapter 12 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 13 - Jon Conway
Chapter 14 - Sarah Hughes
Chapter 15 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 16 - Jon Conway
Chapter 17 - Cassidy Hughes
Chapter 18 - Jon Conway
Chapter 19 - Brock Houser
Chapter 20 - Billy Conway
Chapter 21 - Emma, Brock, Sarah And Jon
Epilogue
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Previously on Whitespace: Season Two…
ORIGINS
In 1861, young Billy Conway and his father were duck hunting when their home and family were attacked by natives on the island. Billy managed to escape into a cave system but fell and broke his leg. Just when he thought he was going to die, a glowing orb appeared and saved him.
AFTERMATH OF THE SHOOTINGS
Following Roger Heller’s shooting of his students, Blake Conway began to run tighter control over Conway Industries, threatening to shut down his son Warren’s secret military project. Blake threatened Warren to clean up his mess, meaning to take care of the loose ends — namely Brock Houser and Roger Heller’s family.
The Hellers planned to move to California to start over. Before departing, Alex hung out with his girlfriend, Katie, and his best friend, Milo, one last time. Milo seemed to be losing his mind, though, scratching at his arm and talking of conspiracies before leaving.
A couple of nights later, Bruce Henderson, the father of one of the slain students, was manipulated by Conway Industries’ program into killing Alex Heller and his mother. Before Bruce could kill the baby, he realized what he’d done and killed himself.
THE CONSPIRACY
Milo was in contact with Don Bellows, a conspiracy theorist who said he had information about what was happening on the island. He told Milo that Roger Heller had been in contact with him and was going to give him a flash drive containing evidence. Don needed Milo to break into the house to find it.
While Milo was in the house, Paladin guards showed up. He overheard them talking about the murders and knew if they found him, he’ll be next. Just as he was about to be discovered, their vehicles went up in flames. Milo ran from the house only to discover Jon Conway’s private investigator, Brock Houser, waiting. Brock offered to help him escape, then questioned Milo about everything happening on the island. Afterward, Brock asked to meet Don Bellows.
Paladin’s head of security, Carl Kaiser, managed to capture Brock Houser and interrogate him, during which it was revealed that Brock was implanted with nanobots during surgery after his car accident and Kaiser has complete and utter control of him. He forced Brock to reveal all he knew of what was going on, including information about Don and Milo.
Don met Milo and Houser in the woods but didn’t trust Houser. He eventually revealed what he knew just as Paladin guards closed in on them. Houser, controlled by Paladin, pulled a gun on Milo, preventing him from escaping.
KEVIN BRADY
Hamilton Island Police Chief Kevin Brady and his family were still struggling over the disappearance of his daughter, Christina, six months ago. He was losing hope that she’d ever return home. His wife was slowly descending into an almost catatonic state. It was hard on both of them, and their son — the girl’s twin brother.
When the body of a young girl was found at sea, he waited for the medical examiner to identify the body. While he hoped it wasn’t his girl, part of him knew an identification would bring closure — and perhaps cure his wife’s state.
It was, however, not Christina.
STARTING OVER
Jon Conway bought a new house to raise Emma in (when he had time with her). Eventually, as Cassidy and he got closer, he invited her to live there with them, like a makeshift family.
Everything was going well until Emma vanished one night and Houser was nowhere to be found.
Then Kevin Brady asked Jon and Cass to identify a body that had been found. They were devastated to see it was Emma.
When evidence pointed to Houser as the girl’s killer, Cass wanted to murder him. But Jon refused to believe Houser was guilty. He and Cass were allowed to watch as Brady questioned Houser.
Houser didn’t remember anything from the night of the disappearance, though. After the interrogation, he was arrested for Emma’s murder.
WATCHING
Milo’s father, Stephen Anderson, worked as a Watcher for Conway Industries. He was tasked with secretly monitoring the optical feeds of some forty or so people in a secret program. Everything they saw and heard was broadcast to a secret watching station where Stephen monitored them.
When a new subject’s feed showed up on his monitors, being interrogated by Carl Kaiser, Stephen was shocked to discover the subject was his son, Milo.
Stephen went after Kaiser, who told him his son was colluding with known terrorists.
Kaiser then told him Milo’s memories would be wiped, and he would be monitored from then on by another Watcher.
Stephen knew there was nothing he could do. He’d already lost his second wife, Beatrice, to the program and feared losing his son, too.
SARAH HUGHES
Following Sarah’s death in the school shooting, she woke in a space station where she learned she was part of the Conways’ secret program. She met Blake Conway, who told her he was working on a project to better humanity — and she and Emma would play a very important role.
He then told her he brought Emma to the space station, too, as she was starting to remember too much and could’ve ruined the program had she stayed on Earth.
Sarah wanted off the space station but was grateful to have her daughter with her.
WARREN CONWAY
Warren, increasingly disillusioned with the things his father was doing, hatched a plan with his secret lover, Carl Kaiser, to kill Blake and take control of Conway Industries.
Kaiser planned to have someone shoot Blake at a ceremony.
At the ceremony, Warren succumbed to last minute guilt and called Kaiser, telling him to nix the plan. Kaiser said it was too late, and it was the right thing to do.
When Don Bellows appeared, brandishing a gun, he shot. But Blake wasn’t his target. He shot Warren instead.
As Warren lay dying, Blake whispered something to him, revealing he’d been double-crossed by Kaiser.
KEVIN BRADY
Kevin couldn’t sleep, thinking about Emma’s death. He soon found himself driving to the station in the middle of the night to question Houser again, feeling like he was close to discovering something.
However, when he arrived at the station, two of his deputies were dead and Houser was gone.
JON
After the funeral, Jon and Cass found solace in one another. Jon told her he loved her. Still struggling with pain pills, she went to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, more determined than ever to turn her life around.
One night while sleeping, Jon woke to find himself not in bed, but aboard a space station. And he saw both Sara and Emma still alive.
REVELATION
Blake met his father aboard the space station — Billy Conway, long believed to be dead, but still very much alive, thanks to the alien technology they were experimenting with.
They talked about Warren being a disappointment before opening a chamber and revealing a Warren clone poised to take his place.
Billy hoped this Warren would get things right.
AND NOW, THE CONCLUSION OF THE WHITESPACE SAGA…
Episode 13
Prologue
Three months ago …
Jon found his father, Blake, in the garage tooling with the engine of his Jaguar E-Type. Dad, I need to ask you something.
Blake glanced up. When he saw the serious expression on his son’s face, he immediately stood and gave him his full attention. What is it?
Does Conway Industries have a space station?
Blake’s brows furrowed like they did when one of his sons said something so ridiculous that it edged the outlandish. And Blake Conway had little time for absurdity.
What?
Do you have a space station? And more specifically, are Sarah and Emma on it?
Blake set down his wrench and turned to Jon. Are you okay, son?
Just answer the question, Dad.
"Do I even need to answer that? Of course, I don’t have a space station. Where would you even get such a ridiculous idea?"
It’s not important.
Jon didn’t want to tell him he was asking because of a dream — or worse, something that felt so real, he wondered if it really was just a dream — where the love of his life and his daughter were both still alive.
Blake put a hand on Jon’s shoulder, an affection he almost never showed either son.
Jon’s eyes started tearing immediately as the absurdity of his question became apparent. Of course, it couldn’t have been real.
He felt stupid for even hoping such a thing, and even more so for asking his father. And he felt guilty, especially given his father’s recent offers of financial assistance to Vivian Hughes in the aftermath of all that had happened to Sarah.
Listen, son. I know the last few months have been stressful, what with Sarah dying, and then Emma, and with your brother being shot by that lunatic. It seems like the whole world is falling apart, doesn’t it?
He pulled Jon into a hug.
Jon couldn’t remember the last time his father had embraced him. And so he bawled like a child.
Blake hugged him tighter.
And Jon was surprised by how much he needed this. How much comfort was in the arms of a man known more for his business acumen and icy reasoning than his warmth.
It’s going to be okay. I’ve got someone who can help you get through this.
Jon pulled out of the hug. I don’t need a shrink, Dad. I … I just need some time.
There’s no shame in getting professional help, Jon. I’ve used this doctor’s services before. One hypnotherapy session, and I promise you’ll feel like a new man.
I dunno. I don’t like the idea of someone rooting around in my head.
Blake shook his head and laughed. Son, don’t be so damned paranoid. I won’t take no for an answer.
Jon said nothing.
You’ve been through a lot. Through more than any man should have to go through alone. And you’re not alone, son. You don’t have to be. I’m here for you. And I’ve got the best people to help. But you need to let us. Will you let us help you, Jon?
He wanted to get through this on willpower and the love of Cass alone, but the truth was that his pain felt infinite, and eventually it would overcome him. Poison everything if he didn’t stop it.
And that meant getting help.
He nodded.
Blake hugged him again. You won’t regret this, son.
PROLOGUE TWO
Three months later …
It was the sort of Sunday at the Hamilton Island Outdoor Marketplace that Clair loved most. Cool, crisp, and perfectly clear. She was picking up some meat, cheeses, and wine, planning to go out on Chris’s boat later that morning, the perfect way to start her vacation.
But despite the bright sun and morning solitude, Clair couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
She waited on the center pitch, a spacious grassy mound circled by benches, where kids threw Frisbees, families had picnics, and musicians — mostly guitarists and ukulelists — performed with open cases or hats to collect donations from the crowd of couples and hipsters with disposable income. A few artists had set up on the pitch, painting either the landscape or taking commissions for caricatures.
It was like any other weekend at the Marketplace, and yet Clair felt as if the world around her were a piece of fabric with a loose thread waiting to be pulled by invisible forces.
Did I take my meds today?
She couldn’t remember, and that wasn’t a good thing. The last thing Clair needed was to have a panic attack out on the water with Chris. They’d only been dating for a few months, and he had no idea how bad her anxiety used to be. He was a successful investor, despite only being twenty-five and one year older than her. With his always calm demeanor, she wasn’t sure how he’d handle her flipping the heck out on his boat. It would probably end their relationship.
Just relax. Nothing is wrong. Just find something to focus on.
Clair looked around, finding a young mother and her young son sitting on a blanket. She was handing the boy a giant apple to try. It practically looked like a honeydew in his hands. They were cute together.
A wistful pang stabbed her heart. Clair wondered if she’d ever have kids. For a long time, she opposed the idea of bringing a child into the world. Her own brood hadn’t exactly been a role model for How To Be a Family. But lately, especially working at the restaurant, she saw more and more young moms and found herself envious. She wanted to have a child, to have someone look at her with that specific breed of love.
Did Chris even want kids? While he was a nice guy, warm and sweet, he could be incredibly self-centered and sometimes arrogant. She couldn’t imagine him having the patience for children.
Clair turned her attention elsewhere, past a blue-haired teenage girl playing the uke to a few skater boys to a heavyset redheaded woman working at a flower cart. She smiled as she wrapped a bouquet of roses and handed them to a young blond who looked like he was late for his date. The woman’s smile seemed so genuine. You could tell she cared about delivering a great experience, even if it was only in the purchase of a single rose. Clair imagined the woman asking the young man who the flowers were for, and the young man blushing as he told her about his girlfriend, or maybe a crush.
Do you think Chris could ever love someone like you? Damaged. He was supposed to meet you ten minutes ago. He’s probably with that slut you saw him talking to last week.
Probably fucking her right now.
Clair wasn’t sure where that thought came from, but looking at happy children and a young lovestruck man were obviously triggering her anxiety.
She closed her eyes, deciding to focus on the sounds around her — the laughter and conversation, the tinkling of glassware and utensils and the outdoor cafe, the musicians’ songs slightly overlapping, gulls swooping over the nearby sea, the ocean breeze and lapping waves.
Plus all the static.
Static?
Clair opened her eyes trying to locate its source. The sound was barely there, seeming to come from the closest public address speaker high up on a pole to her left.
It sounded as if someone had accidentally left a detuned radio next to a microphone and that any minute someone would hear it, recognize the error, and correct it.
But, as Clair looked around, nobody else seemed to be paying attention to the sound. They either didn’t hear it or were so absorbed in their activities that it didn’t bother them.
The sound grew louder, hurting her ears.
The static was intermittent, small bursts, followed by seconds of silence before starting again.
It almost sounds like a signal.
She moved away from the speaker, heading over toward the flower stand, considering buying Chris a yellow daisy. She’d never bought flowers for a boy before.
And he’s never bought you flowers, either. Fuck him.
Clair shook the negativity from her head, though it was getting hard to do as ugly flashes of Chris and that whore ran rampant through her mind.
She approached the flower cart. Up close, Clair realized it was actually a carriage, either drawn by horses more than a hundred years ago or made to look that way.
The woman was using a pair of scissors to cut the ends of the stems from some flowers before she placed them in her vase.
The static, somehow seemed to get louder, though Clair had gotten farther from the speakers. Now it seemed to be coming from a small radio the woman had playing classical music.
Isn’t she bothered by the static? Why not change the station to something that came in better?
She looked up and smiled at Clair, setting the scissors down on the counter.
Hi, how may I help you?
Her smile was deep and —
— So fucking fake. It’s a lying cunt smile. A whore’s smile. I bet she’s fucking Chris, too.
Clair hated the horrible thoughts racing through her mind. While she was prone to depression and anxiety, she rarely had such angry, hateful thoughts, nor such vile words for people. Heck, she even thought in terms of oh poop
or what a jerk
rather than their more vulgar counterparts.
Where was this all coming from?
Clair wondered if she should head home and take her meds before things got worse.
Ma’am?
The woman stared at Clair as if she’d been waiting for her to respond for several minutes. How can I help you?
The static grew louder still, enough that Clair wanted to scream to make it stop.
She could feel its vibration in her body.
F… Fucking flowers.
The words that came out of her mouth shocked her. They weren’t even close to the ones that were forming on her tongue.
The woman’s eyebrows arched, Pardon me?
Clair tried to apologize, but sorry
wouldn’t come out. Instead, she said, Slut! Slut, whore, cunt, fuck!
The woman looked stunned, frozen, as if Clair had smacked her across the face.
And then, as if someone else had taken control of her body and all she could do was watch, Clair’s hands grabbed the scissors.
What’s happening?
Stop!
She tried to keep herself from doing the devil’s work, but couldn’t.
She could only watch as she plunged the sharp end of the scissors straight through the flower woman’s right eye.
Clair screamed.
And it seemed as if the whole world screamed with her.
ADAM
At Hamilton’s Outdoor Marketplace, Adam Foster worked the Tico’s Taco Stand counter with his buddy, Rupert. When the static tickled his ear, he began to seriously question his life choices.
Between it, the sound of a crying baby further back in the long line, and the fat asses yammering at him about how he wasn’t putting enough meat on their tacos, Adam wished he’d listened to his parents and gone to college.
But nooooo, he had to blow his money on partying and getting a job at Jerry’s startup, thinking he had it made, fuck his parents and their old ways of thinking. College was for suckers. The new wealth belonged to those bold enough to say fuck the system and its ancient ways, and his friend was giving him an easy in.
But then Jerry took off with his investors’ money and Adam was left looking for any gig he could get. That was how he wound up working with his stoner friend for the past five months.
He looked up and down the line. It was only eleven in the morning, why were so many people already starving for tacos? It might not have annoyed him so much if the tip jar wasn’t stuffed with a whole lot of nothing.
Adam glared over at the pitch where a pair of gay dudes were dropping dollars into Heather’s open guitar case. Heather was Rupert’s girlfriend, and she routinely made more than both of them put together in tips every weekend. Made more playing songs, stoned out of her mind, than they made busting their asses and dealing with shitty customers.
Sometimes the world wasn’t only unfair, it was downright fucking cruel.
He looked over at Rupert then nodded at Heather.
Screw this shit. I should learn to play something.
Yeah, they got rules against playing your skin flute in public,
Rupert teased.
Fuck you, asshole.
The static got even louder, and with it came a high-pitched ear-piercing that made his ears want to bleed.
He set the meat-filled spoon on the counter and clenched his teeth, trying to ride out the pain.
And then it was gone.
He looked up to find a fat couple in front of him. They ordered four tacos with lettuce and cheese. As he finished ladling the meat into the shells, the fat bitch said, C’mon, don’t be stingy.
Don’t be stingy?
Adam wanted to tell her to fuck off, but he didn’t make Heather Money
so he needed whatever tips he could manage to get for his rent.
He put more meat into each taco, then looked up at the couple.
This good?
It was twice as much as his boss had told him he was supposed to put in a taco, but fuck it, his boss wasn’t here, and he just wanted the fat fucks gone.
More, eh?
said the man, a fat Italian guy that looked, and sounded, like a retired mob boss and reeked of cigarettes.
Adam looked at them, then down at the tacos.
Whatever.
He grabbed the spoon and piled a giant glop right in the middle, enough to bury the shells.
Adam looked up and grinned. That better?
You ruined it!
she said.
What the fuck is your problem?
the guy asked.
The static came back, this time so loud, that Adam doubled over in pain, crying out, Fuck!
The obnoxious fat couple thought he was talking to them. The guy started to come around to Adam’s side of the cart.
Rupert got between them. Though he was skinny and probably couldn’t kick the wife’s ass, let alone the guy’s, he was loud and not easily intimidated.
Hey, hey, calm down, man. What’s the problem?
The guy started to say something, but Adam could only hear static. He looked, wondering why nobody else was perking their ears. He stepped away from the stand, needing space to clear his thoughts.
Nausea roiled through his gut.
He ran toward the bushes and puked.
The static got louder.
Adam wiped the vomit from his mouth and turned back to the stand, noticing some people looking at him, probably wondering why he was puking, if he was drunk. But it was a few other people that drew his attention, three girls in the back of the line who all seemed agitated as well, shaking their heads, and squeezing their eyes shut.
They heard the static, too.
What the hell is happening?
Rupert was making tacos for the fat couple.
Something snapped in Adam.
One moment, he was glaring at the fat asses, hating that Rupert was going to cave into their demands, and the next, he was approaching the stand without even meaning to.
Fat Mob Dude looked at Adam and made a fuck you face.
Adam grabbed the knife off the counter, raced around it, and stabbed the fat fuck in his giant gut, fast and furiously, over and over.
The woman screamed, tried to pull Adam off her boyfriend, husband, or whatever the fuck he was.
Adam spun around, drove the knife right through her triple-jowled throat and out the back. He left the blade in her neck, laughing as she tried to pull it out, but couldn’t.
A part of Adam was horrified by what he was doing, but that part of him was a passenger, loving this magic carpet ride to nowhere.
Adrenaline coursed through him. He felt good.
Indestructible.
Rupert screamed something, but Adam couldn’t hear over the static and the woman’s voice just underneath it.
Kill them. Kill them all.
He turned to find more victims, and saw the three girls attacking other people in line.
And then more people unleashing their monsters. All hell was breaking loose and goddamn it, this shit was a party.
Adam screamed as he turned and spotted Heather running away from a redheaded man with a knife.
He laughed and decided to join in the chase.
Prologue two
Three months later …
It was the sort of Sunday at the Hamilton Island Outdoor Marketplace that Clair loved most. Cool, crisp, and perfectly clear. She was picking up some meat, cheeses, and wine, planning to go out on Chris’s boat later that morning, the perfect way to start her vacation.
But despite the bright sun and morning solitude, Clair couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
She waited on the center pitch, a spacious grassy mound circled by benches, where kids threw Frisbees, families had picnics, and musicians — mostly guitarists and ukulelists — performed with open cases or hats to collect donations from the crowd of couples and hipsters with disposable income. A few artists had set up on the pitch, painting either the landscape or taking commissions for caricatures.
It was like any other weekend at the Marketplace, and yet Clair felt as if the world around her were a piece of fabric with a loose thread waiting to be pulled by invisible forces.
Did I take my meds today?
She couldn’t remember, and that wasn’t a good thing. The last thing Clair needed was to have a panic attack out on the water with Chris. They’d only been dating for a few months, and he had no idea how bad her anxiety used to be. He was a successful investor, despite only being twenty-five and one year older than her. With his always calm demeanor, she wasn’t sure how he’d handle her flipping the heck out on his boat. It would probably end their relationship.
Just relax. Nothing is wrong. Just find something to focus on.
Clair looked around, finding a young mother and her young son sitting on a blanket. She was handing the boy a giant apple to try. It practically looked like a honeydew in his hands. They were cute together.
A wistful pang stabbed her heart. Clair wondered if she’d ever have kids. For a long time, she opposed the idea of bringing a child into the world. Her own brood hadn’t exactly been a role model for How To Be a Family. But lately, especially working at the restaurant, she saw more and more young moms and found herself envious. She wanted to have a child, to have someone look at her with that specific breed of love.
Did Chris even want kids? While he was a nice guy, warm and sweet, he could be incredibly self-centered and sometimes arrogant. She couldn’t imagine him having the patience for children.
Clair turned her attention elsewhere, past a blue-haired teenage girl playing the uke to a few skater boys to a heavyset redheaded woman working at a flower cart. She smiled as she wrapped a bouquet of roses and handed them to a young blond who looked like he was late for his date. The woman’s smile seemed so genuine. You could tell she cared about delivering a great experience, even if it was only in the purchase of a single rose. Clair imagined the woman asking the young man who the flowers were for, and the young man blushing as he told her about his girlfriend, or maybe a crush.
Do you think Chris could ever love someone like you? Damaged. He was supposed to meet you ten minutes ago. He’s probably with that slut you saw him talking to last week.
Probably fucking her right now.
Clair wasn’t sure where that thought came from, but looking at happy children and a young lovestruck man were obviously triggering her anxiety.
She closed her eyes, deciding to focus on the sounds around her — the laughter and conversation, the tinkling of glassware and utensils and the outdoor cafe, the musicians’ songs slightly overlapping, gulls swooping over the nearby sea, the ocean breeze and lapping waves.
Plus all the static.
Static?
Clair opened her eyes trying to