Sedona pitied the man. A seemingly young man who’d had the well-being of three younger siblings thrust upon him.
He could be forgiven for making some mistakes.
Sitting solemnly on the bench beside her, Tatum shuddered and Sedona could only imagine what the girl was remembering.
Mistakes were forgivable. Hitting a defenseless fifteen-year-old girl was not.
“I asked you why you thought that if your brother had his way, you’d never get married.”
“Because he hates Del,” the girl said, her voice impassioned. “That’s my boyfriend,” she offered as an aside. “He went off on him on Sunday, and there was this huge fight. He says Del can’t ever come back, I can’t ever see him again and I’m not allowed to talk to him, either. He took my phone and left me with this flip thing with no data plan so I can’t even text.”
“Why doesn’t he like Del?”
Hands clasped tightly, Tatum shook her head. “Because he thinks we’re gonna sleep together, I guess. He caught us out in the barn.”
“Are you sleeping together?”
“No.” A new note entered the girl’s voice.
“Tatum, I’m not your judge. I’m the one who has to know the truth so I can best defend you.”
“We haven’t had sex,” Tatum said. “I’ve never... But he wants to. He was trying to talk me into trying it when Tanner suddenly showed up.”
“Do you want to?”
The darkening night was cool, but she and Tatum both had sweaters and were enclosed in a thick circle of trees surrounding the several-acre garden. The orange-and-golden California poppies on the outskirts of the garden hadn’t yet closed for the night.
“Yeah, I want to. Sorta. I mean, I want to be...you know...together and all. I just, I mean, Tanner’d kill me and...”
Sedona wasn’t a juvenile counselor. But being a family lawyer specializing in divorce and family arbitration meant that she often found herself in the role of counselor. She’d had some training.
She also remembered being fifteen....
And she had decisions to make. Every hour that law enforcement personnel were searching for Tatum, an endangered missing child who wasn’t missing at all, they were being taken away from other important work.
The scent from the flowering plants in the beds close by wafted around them. Sedona focused on those flowers for a moment, seeing some color but mostly shadows within the soft glow of strategically placed landscape lighting.
“Does Del know you’re here?”
“No.” Tatum shook her head. “I...” The girl’s voice faded and Sedona sensed her inner struggle.
“You love Tanner,” she said now. The brother might be overprotective. Was possibly abusive. But he’d been the only parent this girl had known.
“Sometimes, I guess.”
“And you love Del.” Or she thought she did.
“Yes. I do.” There was no doubt that Tatum believed the words. And maybe they were true. It wouldn’t be the first time a love that was born in high school lasted a lifetime.
She had to look no further than her own parents to see that.
“Does Del know that Tanner hit you?”
“No.” No hesitation there.
Time was of the essence. The bottom line was that Tatum had had the courage to reach out for help.
“Do you think Del is the one who reported you missing?”
“No. I messaged him on Facebook this morning to tell him I loved him and that I was leaving but I wouldn’t say where I was going. I didn’t want him to have to lie when his dad asked him about it.
“I know Tanner turned me in. It’s just like him. He did it to Talia, too, the first time she ran away. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. I just found out the name of this place and then called a hotline to find out more about it and knew today was the only chance I’d have of getting here.” There was absolute conviction in Tatum’s reply.
“You mentioned the first time Talia ran away. There were more?”
“The second time she took off, she was eighteen and he couldn’t do anything. She’d left a note saying she was moving out so she wasn’t, like, in danger or missing or anything. But for years he couldn’t find her. When he finally did she was in Vegas and there was nothing he could do to her.”
“Did he hit Talia, too?” Sedona kept her tone soft, unthreatening. And tried to stick to the facts, not giving rein to any of the emotions that were creeping up on her.
In a small voice, Tatum said, “Yes, he did. The big kids always hid everything from me like I was too dumb to know what was going on. But one time after Thomas left and Talia and Tanner were in this really huge fight, Talia screamed at him to get away from her and said he’d gotten away with slapping her face once but that if he ever touched her again she’d report him.” The girl frowned.
And Sedona could only guess at what Tatum was feeling in that moment.
“Is that why she ran away?”
“I don’t know. I was only seven.”
“So you really don’t know her, either?”
“Talia was like my mother until Tanner drove her away. And she still kept in touch with me. In secret. Until Tanner threatened her or something and made her cut me off.”
“How long has it been since you’ve had contact with her?”
“Almost a year. He caught me talking to her last summer. He’d just found out from an old friend of hers where she was in Vegas and then, just my luck, he comes in from the vineyard and hears me saying her name. Next thing I know, he’s off to Vegas and when he comes home he tells me she won’t be contacting me again.”
“Did she?”
“Nope. She had her number changed, blocked my email and unfriended me, too.”
“Even though she communicated with you in secret for all those years?”
“Because Tanner didn’t know then. She wasn’t really crossing him until he knew and I’m sure he expressly forbade it. You have no idea how convincing my brother can be.”
“Is that when you found out she was a stripper?”
“No. Talia told me what she was doing. That’s why she couldn’t petition for custody and let me come live with her. Because child services would never have approved her for my guardian. She wanted me to know she wasn’t ditching me. That she loved me and would take me if she could.”
It seemed to Sedona that Tatum had tried to
