The Rescue - Nicholas Sparks [2]
“But you’re getting something.”
After a moment Denise turned away. The line hadn’t moved at all. What was taking so long? She peeked around those in front of her, trying to figure it out. The lady at the cash register looked confused by the rush, and everyone in front of her, it seemed, wanted to pay with a credit card. Another minute crawled by, shrinking the line by one. By this time the mother and child got into line directly behind Denise, their argument continuing.
Denise put her hand on Kyle’s shoulder. He was sipping his milk through a straw, standing quietly. She couldn’t help but overhear the two people behind her.
“Aw, c’mon, Mom!”
“If you keep it up, you’ll get a swat. We don’t have time for this.”
“But I’m hungry.”
“Then you should have eaten your hot dog.”
“I didn’t want a hot dog.”
And so it went. Three customers later Denise finally reached the register, opened her pocketbook, and paid with cash. She kept one credit card for emergencies but seldom, if ever, used it. For the clerk, making change seemed more difficult than swiping credit cards. She kept glancing up at the digital numbers on the register, trying to get it right. The argument between mother and son continued unabated. In time Denise finally received her change and put her pocketbook away, then turned toward the door. Knowing how hard it was for everyone tonight, she smiled at the mother behind her, as if to say, Kids are tough sometimes, aren’t they?
In response, the woman rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky,” she said.
Denise looked at her curiously. “Excuse me?”
“I said you’re lucky.” She nodded toward her son. “This one here never shuts up.”
Denise glanced at the floor, nodded with tight lips, then turned and left the store. Despite the stress of the storm, despite the long day driving and her time at the evaluation center, all she could think about was Kyle. Walking toward the car, Denise suddenly felt the urge to cry.
“No,” she whispered to herself, “you’re the lucky one.”
Chapter 1
Why had this happened? Why, of all the children, was Kyle the one?
Back in the car after stopping for gas, Denise hit the highway again, staying ahead of the storm. For the next twenty minutes rain fell steadily but not ominously, and she watched the wipers push the water back and forth while she made her way back to Edenton, North Carolina. Her Diet Coke sat between the emergency brake and the driver’s seat, and though she knew it wasn’t good for her, she finished the last of it and immediately wished she’d bought another. The extra caffeine, she hoped, would keep her alert and focused on the drive, instead of on Kyle. But Kyle was always there.
Kyle. What could she say? He’d once been part of her, she’d heard his heart beating at twelve weeks, she’d felt his movements within her the last five months of her pregnancy. After his birth, while still in the delivery room, she took one look at him and couldn’t believe there was anything more beautiful in the world. That feeling hadn’t changed, although she wasn’t in any way a perfect mother. These days she simply did the best job she could, accepting the good with the bad, looking for joys in the little things. With Kyle, they were sometimes hard to find.
She’d done her best to be patient with him over the last four years, but it hadn’t always been easy. Once, while he was still a toddler, she’d momentarily placed her hand over his mouth to quiet him, but he’d been screaming for over five hours after staying awake all night, and tired parents everywhere might find this a forgivable offense. After that, though, she’d done her best to keep her emotions in check. When she felt her frustration rising, she slowly counted to ten before doing anything; when that didn’t work, she left the room to collect herself. Usually it helped, but this was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because she knew that patience was necessary to help him; it was a curse because it made her question her own abilities as a parent.
Kyle had been born four years to the day after