“They’re going to lock you up and throw away the key, you stupid pig.”

She didn’t hear Zeke speak the words with her ears, but she could hear him nonetheless, speaking from her own mind.

“Shut up, Zeke,” she said.

She threw back the Scotch as she’d seen him do so many times, swallowed it in one gulp, and slapped the empty glass back down on the lamp table.

“Just shut up.”

29

Two Days Later

WE SAT in our living room—Mother, Wyatt, myself, and Olivia, the FBI agent who’d worked my case since that first night when Wyatt took me from my home in Greenville, South Carolina. They were talking about the law and about the consequences of their actions, but my mind was on something else. On someone else.

On Stephen Carter, the Outlaw.

He was coming, you see? He was a real person and Olivia knew him, and he was coming today.

I can’t tell you how that made me feel. Butterflies were doing aerial loops in my stomach. My heart had been beating like a drum since Olivia had told me an hour earlier.

Why was I excited? Because Stephen seemed to know more about me than I knew about myself. And because he’d shown me all the meaning that my life had for me—all in a dream that was as real as sitting on the couch while Olivia explained the law to Kathryn and Wyatt.

“You have to understand that the law is the law,” Olivia was saying. “I understand the situation has changed, but turning yourself in doesn’t negate the fact that you kidnapped Alice five years ago. Kidnapping is a serious offense. There’s no statute of limitation, you understand? My hands are tied.”

Her words bothered me, and I didn’t like that, so I put her speaking out of my mind and watched her as she continued.

I was fascinated to learn the extent of the effort she’d expended on my behalf. It made me feel quite special, in an old sort of way. I say “old sort of way” because in the new me, everything felt rather special, so it was strange to think of one thing being more special than another. Or threatening, for that matter. But that’s hard to explain without stepping out of the boat, so to speak, so unless you’ve gone to that place where there really is no difference between the water and the sand, you’ll have to take my word for it.

Still, I fell in love with Olivia from the moment she climbed out of the black FBI car and walked up to me wearing a tentative smile. She held out her hand.

“My name is Olivia,” she said. “I’m with the FBI. And you must be Alice.”

I took her hand. “My name is Eden.”

She nodded. “Okay. Eden. Are you okay?”

“I always have been,” I said. “I just didn’t know it.”

She searched my eyes, clearly not understanding, then she took me into her arms and held me tight enough to squeeze half the air out of my lungs.

“It is so good to finally see you,” she breathed.

She didn’t need to hear more about what I meant when I said that I’d always been okay—she simply knew that it was true, even if it made no sense. Something about my presence told her that. There’s a way that we speak to each other without words or looks, that’s how it works. I can’t explain it, I can only report it.

But let me back up a minute.

When I first woke from walking on the lake two days earlier and forgave my mother the way Outlaw had shown me, I wasn’t the only one who’d changed. Kathryn had as well. I know that such profound change may sound far too simple, but when you let go of everything, it really is simple because there’s nothing left to figure out, and nothing to change because letting go of this world completely is the only change you need. Letting go of even the need to understand and trusting your Father.

And that is miraculous, you see?

But just to be clear, letting go is something you do, not just talk about. Talking about forgiving changes nothing.

Doing it changes everything, not just in you, but somehow in those around you. We are not healed alone. Don’t ask me to explain.

So when I shifted my perception and embraced love instead of blame and threats, something also shifted in my mother. At the very least she was looking at things differently. Sure, seeing my unbroken leg didn’t hurt, but she was seeing more than a healed leg.

She was seeing a new kind of love. The only real kind, actually. And the physical power of real love is staggering, because real forgiveness is staggering.

I later learned that while I was spending time with Bobby, whom I loved in whole new way, she’d gone down to Zeke’s house, hit him on the head with a cast-iron frying pan, tied him up, and called the police.

I didn’t know she had it in her.

It’s weird, I know, but part of me had compassion for Zeke. He always was a miserable wretch, not because he was any less loved than I ever was, but because he was blind to that love, just like I had been.

You could say that Zeke was in a kind of hell. Still is. Someone needs to rescue him.

Twenty minutes after Mother made the call, a whole troop of cars with flashing lights swarmed the place. They’d taken Zeke and Claude away in handcuffs on bootlegging charges and then rounded up a bunch of others, none that I knew because I only really knew Kathryn, Bobby, and Wyatt.

As for Paul, Zeke had sent him away with his mother following his beating. I hope to see him soon.

They didn’t take my mother away because she’d made the call and there was some confusion about her role in a whole mess of things that would probably take weeks to figure out, beginning with these kidnapping charges that Olivia was now discussing with them.

I didn’t know what was going to happen to my mother, but none of that worried me. Kathryn had returned from Zeke’s house beaming. She’d run to me and hugged me off my feet, kissing my neck and face. She’d walked though her own small valley and found out that death was only a shadow.

As for my trust account, the money was mine to do with as I pleased, and I had no idea what pleased me as of yet. Maybe I’d just give it all to my mother. Maybe I’d give it to Stephen. Maybe I’d buy a big house and a fast truck for Bobby.

So there I sat on the couch, only half listening to Olivia talk about the case and kidnapping and prison, because I didn’t want to think about prisons.

Besides, Stephen was coming to see me.

“There’s no way the law is just going to turn a blind eye to such a blatant offense,” Olivia was saying. “What you did was wrong. There are consequences. Punishment. Surely you understand that.”

“Excuse me,” I said, bothered again by what I was hearing.

Kathryn, Wyatt, and Olivia all turned to me as one. They’d treated me like some kind of angel the last two days, not that I blamed them. After all, I was the one who’d walked on water, so to speak. And there seemed to be some speculation that my walking was more than just ‘so to speak.’

But hearing Olivia talk about how badly I’d been treated and how unfair it would be for Mother not to be punished, only made me feel like sinking again.

I stood up. “I’d like to go check on Bobby, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, sweetheart!” Kathryn said. “I think he’s down by the lake.”

“Okay. If Outlaw comes . . .”

“We’ll send him right down,” Olivia said.

“He’ll be here soon?”

“Should be any minute.”

“Okay.”

I headed for the door and was halfway there when I thought better of it. I turned back and looked at Olivia.

“Can I say something?” I asked.

“Of course, honey.”

“I would like to stay here with my mother and father, if that’s okay. We have a lot to catch up on.”

Olivia exchanged a look with Mother, who smiled proudly.

“Well, sweetheart, I think that’s very kind of you. But there may be some complications—”