Page 11 of Before She Disappeared

“Did Angelique have close friends?” I push.

“Kyra and Marjolie. Good girls, too.” But I catch an edge of hesitancy in the last statement, which intrigues me.

“Boyfriends?”

“LiLi keeps to herself. No boys, parties, those sorts of worries. She is a very good girl. A caring sister, a loving niece.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Violette. Had she been having issues with anyone lately? Another classmate, teacher, coach?”

Guerline shakes her head. Emmanuel fixes his gaze on the floor with studied avoidance.

More questions for me to ask later.

“Girl drama?” I try one last time. “You know how it can be with teenagers. Bestie today, archenemy tomorrow.”

“Not my Angelique. She has a good head on her shoulders, that one. She wants college. A future. You understand.”

Guerline gazes at me directly and I get it. Angelique didn’t want to return to Haiti. She wanted to get into college and hopefully be granted a student visa so she could remain in this country with all its opportunities.

“I am a CNA,” Guerline tells me softly. “Nursing is a good job. But Angel, one day she will be a doctor. Maybe a surgeon. She is that smart. This is why my sister sent her children to me, though it hurts her heart for her babies to grow up so far away. They must have hope. Our beautiful Haiti... The earthquake took away too much, and rebuilding is slow.”

Emmanuel clasps his aunt’s shoulder.

“Do the police have any leads, maybe a person of interest?” I press.

Guerline shakes her head.

“Theories? Angelique left willing, unwilling?”

“She would never go willingly,” Guerline informs me flatly. She crosses her arms over her broad purple-clad chest and takes on the slightly defiant look I already recognize from her nephew.

I don’t push it. There’s no point in arguing with a family’s beliefs or perspectives. They have to get through each day, which makes truth a fickle companion.

“How can you help?” Emmanuel speaks up abruptly. His chin’s up, also challenging me. “What can you do that the police didn’t?”

“I’m sure the police did a fine job,” I supply soothingly, though I’m not sure about that at all. “Bear in mind, however, that even the best detectives have dozens of cases that demand their attention. Especially now, after so much time has passed. Whereas for someone like me, your sister is my sole focus. I’m here to find her, and I won’t leave until I do.”

“You’re living here, in this neighborhood?”

“I took a room above Stoney’s.”

The boy can’t hide the look of surprise across his face, followed almost immediately by a scowl. “You’re crazy.”

Guerline gives her nephew’s shoulder a light smack. “Don’t insult our guest.”

“Come on. Look at her, matant. She’s not police, she’s not local, she’s not...”

One of us, I mentally fill in for him.

“No one is going to talk to her,” Emmanuel continues relentlessly. “She will piss people off. How does that bring my sister back?”

His voice raises stridently at the end, his anger a testimony to his grief. I can tell his aunt understands, just as she can tell I understand. Briefly, we are bonded. Two older, wiser women sorry for the pain the world is causing our children.

“I’m happy you say you’re satisfied with the police efforts,” I offer. “The truth remains, it’s been nearly a year. The police have no new leads or you would’ve heard about them. So even if you don’t like me or don’t understand me... What do you have to lose?” I stare Emmanuel in the eye, as he seems the most hostile. “You want your sister back. I want to help. Why not use me?”

Emmanuel doesn’t have an answer for this; judging from his expression, however, he still isn’t convinced. His aunt, though, is slowly nodding. I wouldn’t say she believes in me either, but she’s clearly a practical woman. Forged by a childhood of deprivation and an adulthood of uncertainty, she appears moved by my logic.

Deep sorrow brackets her eyes. Eleven months later, she’s getting desperate. She doesn’t share it with Emmanuel; they are both staying strong for each other. Now I’m here, upsetting their fragile ecosystem by offering hope. Emmanuel isn’t ready, but Aunt Guerline knows better than to let it go.

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