Hey, Amanda! Josie! Steve called. Come on, the fireworks are going to start any minute.
They came scurrying and dived onto the blanket. I love fireworks, Amanda said. Theyre my favorite thing next to chocolate cake and going to the movies.
This girls got her priorities straight. Steve scooped her onto his lap. Look right out there over the water. Maybe you can be the first one to spot the fireworks.
Josie snuggled against Caitlyn. I dont like the loud bang, she said confidingly. Im going to put my hands over my ears.
That sounds like a good plan. Caitlyn patted her. Well hold on to each other, okay?
Okay.
The feel of that little body snuggled up against her was doing funny things to her heart. Lonely. Steve thought shed been lonely.
Shed denied it, of course, but there might be a grain of truth in what hed said. Maybe her life back in New York was a bit out of balance.
There! Amanda pointed to a dark rocket soaring upward. It exploded into a shower of white stars that arced downward toward their reflection in the water.
That was only the beginning. One rocket after another shot up to the oohs and aahs of the crowds along the riverbank. Amanda stared, mesmerized, and Josie alternated between watching and hiding her face in Caitlyns lap.
Caitlyn smoothed Josies fine, soft hair. She wouldnt have believed it a month ago, but it really was nice, sitting here, watching the awed looks on the childrens faces.
As for Steveshe turned so she could see his strong profile, outlined against the water. It wasnt so bad having him here, either.
The last spectacular display seemed to go on and on as the band soared to a crescendo. Then, finally, the lights and sound faded away. It was over.
Before she could move or speak, she heard a sound drifting over the dark water, silencing the audience. It was a lone bugle, playing Taps. The notes hung, sharp as crystal, in the still air.
Caitlyns heart clenched painfully, and a tear trickled down her cheek. The sound was inexpressibly sad and beautiful.
The final notes died away, and for a moment nobody moved, nobody spoke. From somewhere in the crowd there was a muffled sob.
Then Steve pushed to his feet and moved to kneel next to her.
Shes asleep. Ill take her, if you can manage
He stopped. Then he reached out, wiping an errant tear from her cheek with one large, warm hand. Her gaze met his, and for a moment she couldnt think, couldnt breathe. Attraction twinkled between them, seeming as bright as the fireworks had been.
Then Steve sat back on his heels, looking startled. I he began, and seemed to lose his train of thought. He cleared his throat. Sorry. II was saying that Id carry Josie.
Amanda tugged at his pant leg. I want you to carry me.
But Aunt Caitlyn needs you, he said. She has to have a strong girl to carry one end of the blanket.
Amandas shoulders straightened. Shed be the strong one, obviously.
He slid his arms under the sleeping child, carefully not looking at Caitlyn. It didnt matter. She was aware of his every movement.
Was he as aware of her? Maybe it was better not to know. That flare of attractionit was probably brought on by the emotion of the moment. It couldnt be anything else.
She stumbled to her feet, helping a tired Amanda gather up the blanket and then taking her tiny hand. It was definitely time to go home, and she would not feel regret. She wouldnt.
Chapter Four
Caitlyns stomach clenched a little as she headed toward Annas office. Being summoned like that in the hallowed halls of Graham, Graham and Welch was seldom a good thing. She hadnt been at Children of the Day long enough to know what it meant with Anna.
She did a rapid mental review of her work. Everything she could think to do regarding the Ali Tabiz situation had been done, and until they received the specifics from Dr. Mike she couldnt do anything more. Could she? She wasnt used to work situations in which the next step wasnt clear-cut, and that made her nervous.
She paused for just a second at the French doors, which stood ajar as usual, tapped lightly and went in. Anna was at her desk, talking, but she waved her in, never missing a beat. Anna obviously had multitasking down to a fine art, which was probably essential in running a foundation like this one.
Heres Caitlyn now. Lets see what she has to say about it.
She went to the desk, realizing that Anna was talking with someone via her webcam. Anna pulled a chair over so that they could sit next to each other, and Caitlyn slid into place.
Dr. Mike, this is Caitlyn Villard, our new care coordinator. Shes working on Alis case. Caitlyn, this is Major Michael Montgomery, usually known as Dr. Mike.
Its nice to meet you, Caitlyn. Glad to have you on board.
Even against the drab background of a cement-block wall, the man in scrubs had a vitality that transcended his obvious fatigue. His even features looked drawn, but his eyes sparkled with energy.
Its good to meet you, as well, Dr. Mike. Weve been hoping for some additional information on your young patient.
Dr. Mike grimaced. I was sorry not to get back to you sooner. Its been pretty hot around here.
Weve been praying for you. But youre okay? And Ali? Anna asked.
Fine, fine. He glanced around, as if distracted. I dont have much time, since people are lining up behind me to talk to their folks back home. Im going to e-mail you a detailed medical report that you can share with the docs you normally use, so Ill just give you the main points now.
Good. Caitlyn grabbed a pad from Annas desk in the event he thought of anything that wouldnt be in the report.
Ali was injured in the roadside bomb blast that killed his mother. At first glance his injuries seemed minor, but we soon realized his condition was more serious. A blow to the chest from the blast tore an abnormal opening between the two lower chambers of the hearta ventricular septal tear. Weve confirmed the diagnosis with an EKG and a sonogram, and Ive consulted by phone with a cardiologist.
That sounded serious. Images of Amanda and Josie ran through her mind. Will we need to schedule immediate surgery? Caitlyn asked.
Possibly not, but its a tricky situation. His frown deepened. The cardiologist feels that the tear could heal on its own. If so, hell quickly regain his strength. But if it doesnt, if the heart begins to fail, the boy needs to be where he can have open heart surgery quickly.
So we need to get him back here as soon as possible, Anna said.
Right. Theres just no place here that has either the equipment or the pediatric cardiac surgeons who can do the job.
Well do our best. Caitlyn scribbled rapid notes to herself. How is he doing otherwise?
His other injuries were minor, fortunately. Of course hes grieving for his mother.
Her throat tightened. Like the twins, Ali was yet another child robbed of a mothers love by war.
Hes a cute kid. Dr. Mikes face creased in a tired smile. Half the medical team has fallen for him already, and some of the chopper pilots have practically adopted him. We have to chase them out of his room so he can get enough rest.
Well make sure he gets plenty of attention here, too, Anna said. Caitlyn will arrange for a complete workup with a pediatric cardiologist in Austin as soon as he arrives.
Caitlyn nodded. At least the child wouldnt have to have surgery the minute he got here. Shed gone over and over the process to have the army fly a foreign national to the United States for treatment. She didnt anticipate too much difficulty.
What relative will accompany Ali to the U.S.? Her pen was poised over the pad.
None, unfortunately. He doesnt have a soul left over here.
But She paused, her mind racing through all the regulations shed read. Legally I dont think we can bring a child whos a foreign national into the country without a guardian to give permission.
Annas eyes clouded with concern. We probably cant even get him out of there without it. Mike, you know the rules. There must be somebody whos willing to be responsible for the childa distant cousin, an aunt or grandmother, anyone.
Heres the thing. Dr. Mike leaned forward, as if hed like to be in the room with them. Alis mother was married to an American serviceman who died when the boy was three. Im still working on finding out all the details. The mother lived in a fairly remote village, and she probably used her family name for the child to protect him from discrimination.
Are you sure they were actually married? Anna asked the question Caitlyn had been thinking but hesitated to ask.
Ive seen the marriage certificateit was with her things. The fathers name was Gregory Willis. He shrugged. So, the boys an American citizen. That has to make a difference.
Caitlyn rubbed her temples, as if that might make her mind work a little faster. This was not the sort of legal issue that ever came up at her corporate practice in New York, and she certainly wasnt an expert on family or immigration law.
Will you send us every bit of legal documentation you can find about the parents marriage and the childs birth? Im sure were going to need it to prove that Ali is an American citizen. She at least knew that was the place to start.
Will do. Mike glanced around. Gotta go. Ill send everything I can ASAP. Good luck.
Before they could say goodbye, he was gone. Anna sat back in her chair, letting out a long breath. Well. Thats a new one.
I was hoping you were going to say that COTD had dealt with a situation just like this before, Caitlyn said.
No, Im afraid this is uncharted territory. It looks as if you have your work cut out for you.
And while she was struggling to get up to speed, halfway around the world the clock might well be ticking for a small child whod already lost far too much.
Arent we there yet, Aunt Caitlyn? Amanda, in her booster seat in the back, kicked her feet against the drivers seat.
Caitlyn gritted her teeth, making a mental resolution to switch their seats so that Josie would be directly behind her. Almost.
She glanced at the directions her mother had written out to the Fort Bonnell pool where the twins had swimming lessons. This was her first visit to the post, and it was far bigger than shed realized. Everything about coming here seemed strange, including the stop shed had to make at the visitors center to pick up a pass even to drive onto the post.
Shed had to leave the Children of the Day offices just when she felt she was getting a handle on the search for Alis parentage, but her mother had a doctors appointment this afternoon, and shed promised to take the twins for their lesson.
Im going to swim underwater today, Amanda declared. Hurry up, please.
Me, too, Josie echoed.
She certainly wasnt going to hurry up beyond the speed limit, not with all these military types around. She passed a unit marching along the roadway, and a tank rumbled past her in the opposite direction.
She didnt think shed ever seen so many uniforms in one place before. Funny that shed never, so far as she remembered, come on the post when she was growing up in Prairie Springs.
Beige-colored buildings stretched down one straight street after another, seeming to go on and on as far as the horizon. Most of them bore signs in some sort of army shorthand that didnt mean a thing to her. Goodness, Fort Bonnell was a small city on its own, dwarfing Prairie Springs in comparison.
She passed the Fort Bonnell Christian Chapel on her right, one of her mothers landmarks. Steves church. Shed called him there earlier, but he hadnt been in. She needed to involve him, as military liaison for COTD, in the search for Alis father.
Shed confessed to Anna that she was totally out of her depth in dealing with the legal issues of the case. She hated feeling unprepared for any case she took on, but she had to be honest. Her legal background made her at least know the questions to ask, but not the answers.
Anna had been reassuring, referring her to a local attorney, Jake Hopkins, who offered pro bono services to the charity. Unfortunately, Hopkins hadnt been in either when shed called, so shed left a detailed message on his machine, along with her cell phone number. Surely hed be able to unscramble this. Maybe the answer was something perfectly simple.
She spotted the pool ahead and turned into the parking lot to cheers from the girls. She glanced at her watch. They were on time, but barely. She had a lot to learn about balancing work and kids. How did people do this every day?