(I’ve recently taken the first draft of my second novel, “I Don’t Know Why,” off of the shelf and started working on re-writing the second half. Thanks to my wife for the idea that might just save the whole thing from the trash can. What follows is a brief excerpt:)
Vindication had been a long time coming.. It’d been something I dreamed of for so long that at some time, I stopped believing it’d ever occur, and in the lowest depths of my despair I’d even joined in with the chorus of the non-believers in questioning the veracity of my recollection.
Now that it was here, in the form of the fading and weathered image of the rail thin kid with the wavy black hair and the bright blue eyes, the same eyes that were missing, that had been taken from him on that first day we met, the moment I’d so eagerly anticipated for so long filled me with an overwhelmingly heavy sense of sorrow.
Sorrow for the kid, for Sam Richter, for my parents, for Kathy Harris and Tom Musgrave and the people we all would have, should have become. Nine years came to a head and culminated in that moment on the entrance to the Orchard Depot Public Library.
I tried to speak to answer Angela, but I couldn’t. Instead I started choking on the tears that were forming in my eyes and throat. I looked at Angela, and I knew from the expression on her face that even though I hadn’t said a word I’d answered her question, and I knew this was the end of a long journey for her, too, and while the moment may have represented vindication for me, for her it was the realization of her deepest fears, and the destruction of her last and fragile frayed threads of hope.
I looked at the photo again and I looked at her, and I recognized the same high cheekbones, the same nose and chin, and the same color hair.
‘Your brother?” I asked.
She was wiping tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand, “Yeah,” she said,
“I’m sorry,” I said.
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Well that certainly is intriguing