reported.
Other times he caught her trailing him in her car. As he drove to the bank, the court house, or home, at a variety of hours ranging from early to late evening, her headlights flooded his rear view. He said that it made him nervous when she weaved erratically behind him, and tailgated far too close for safety. He wondered if she was on drugs. She wanted him to know she was there; didn't even attempt to remain hidden. But Mr. Pure confided in Cailyn that he was glad Aliah's efforts were focused on him. Because then he knew she was leaving his daughter alone.
Four weeks later, it all stopped.
No more emails or phone calls. He stopped spotting her. Once, several days passed with no word from Aliah, Cailyn threw her arms around her dad one night.
"See Dad, I told you she'd go away!"
He accepted the first hug she'd offered in what seemed like ages. He embraced her warmly. But he drew a jagged sigh. "We'll see," he said wearily
She backed away and smiled up into his face. "Aw, come on, Dad. Cheer up. It's over. We're a family again. Let's just start new." Her eyes shone with the light of a loving daughter, eager to forgive the father she adored.
He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and stooped slightly bringing them nose to nose. "Listen to me," he said. "Do not let your guard down."
"Dad-"
"Cailyn," he stood back again, closed his eyes and shook his head. "I mean it. Our arrangement stands until I'm sure she's gone. You are not to be alone."
The fearful glint in his eye sent a shiver down her spine. "OK, Daddy," she agreed quietly.
Chapter 8
C hristmas break steadfastly approached. On Tuesday morning, her classmates were abuzz with numerous sources of excitement. For one, everyone was excited about the prospect of two weeks off school. Except Cailyn, of course. She had nothing much to look forward to except for endless time spent under her dad's watchful eye. She knew she could invite friends over if she cared to. But after the chilling incident concerning Jennifer Tide's Likebook profile, she still felt uncomfortable having friends come too close to her father's secret. Many of her friends were still slightly distant with her anyway, as a result of the foul mood she'd succumbed to for several weeks after discovering her father's secret.
The other excitement was the gossip about the shocking arrest of Zoe Locke. Most people didn't even know exactly who Zoe was. She'd always been so quiet; she'd simply blended into the background. Once news of her arrest had reached the Faraway High grapevine, Cailyn realized she didn't know of a single person that had regularly socialized with Zoe. She had no idea where Zoe even lived. She didn't recall ever seeing Zoe's parents at any school function, or if she had any siblings. In fact, it occurred to her she didn't even remember Zoe participating in any school event ever in their long educational career together.
Word was that Zoe'd been caught red handed burglarizing the home of the Bar family. Cailyn found the whole thing as sad as it was shocking. She suddenly wished she'd been nicer to the girl; tried harder to include her or get to know her. She suspected this whole thing was a cry for attention from a lonely girl.
Benjamin Bar, as always, had nothing to say about the matter. But the rumor mill suggested she'd been injured while escaping and was presently in the hospital. She would be arraigned the following day and everybody was saying she'd end up in juvenile detention. Cailyn was just as surprised as everyone else. Zoe Locke was the last person anyone would expect to be a criminal.
Just went to show how one never could tell what goes on behind closed doors.
And finally, the other thing that had everybody so amped up was the field trip. She and her classmates prepared to leave and be bussed to the Faraway Museum of Natural History and Nature Preserve. The trip was a