CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and THIRTY-SIX
Sunday afternoon — 4:44 p.m.
Kayenta, Arizona, at the hotel on the Navajo Reservation
Wanting to give Jill a heads up, Jacob tapped on the room door before going inside. He stuck in head inside the room and looked.
Jill and Katy were lying on the king-sized bed together. Both of his girls were crying their eyes out. Oblivious to the world, the twins were in their crib along the wall.
He felt like he’d been stabbed. There was nothing that felt more like a failure than when Jill or Katy cried. Here they were both crying. Never one to back away from a fight, Jacob stepped into the room.
Jill looked up at him. Her sad eyes tore at his heart. As he approached the bed, Katy looked up at him.
“’s all my fault,” Katy said.
Rather than respond, he got in the bed with them. He reached out to Jill and Katy. They clung to him while they both sobbed.
“I’m a bad girl,” Katy said. “I’m a bad girl.”
“No, no,” Jill said. “No.”
He squeezed them to him. After a few long minutes, Jill and Katy’s sobs slowed to simple tears.
“What’s going on?” Jacob asked in a soft voice that he hoped was kind.
“’s all my fault,” Katy repeated. “I’m a bad girl.”
“No, no, you’re not,” Jill said.
Their tears started to fall again. Always ready to solve problems, Jacob knew enough to be patient. He waited until their tears slowed again.
“Jill?” Jacob asked.
Jill looked up at him.
“Would you mind if we found out why Katy is upset?” Jacob asked.
Jill opened her mouth to say something. She paused for a brief moment before shaking her head.
“Katy, you’ve been really upset,” Jacob said. “You’ve had bad dreams and visions. I’ve been up with you almost every night this week. I know Jill has been too. When I’ve asked what’s going on, you won’t tell me. I know that Delphie has talked to you a couple of times, but you won’t tell her either. Now, you and your mommy are really upset. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”
Katy leaned up to look at him. Her big, sad eyes gutted him, but he vowed to stay strong. He needed to get her to tell him what was going on.
“Will you please tell me?” Jacob asked.
Katy blinked. Her impossibly long eyelashes pushed her tears from her eyes. Tears ran down her face.
“You asked me to be your Daddy,” Jacob said. “When we got married, I asked you to be my Katy. Part of being your daddy means that I have to talk to you. Part of you being my Katy means that you have to talk to me. We have to talk to each other.”
With his words, he heard an echo of his father from years ago.
“I … um …” Katy started.
“What have you seen in your visions?” Jacob asked.
“No one loves me,” Katy said.
Jill gasped and moved to respond. Jacob squeezed Jill’s shoulder. She looked at him.
“You’ve had a vision where no one loves you,” Jacob said.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…
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