North walked with her, feeling almost claustrophobic with all the people around her. She wanted to keep her thoughts centered firmly on her father, but it felt like every eye in the room was focused solely on her.
It was surely her imagination, since she wasn’t used to being in a situation where there was anyone besides her father, but it was still nerve-racking. She sat down when the registrar named Liz, according to her name tag, gestured for her to do so. North took the box of Kleenex the woman handed her with a smile, only then realizing tears dripped steadily from her eyes. She ripped a few out of the box and swiped at her face.
Liz sat down across from her, putting a reassuring hand on her wrist. “You look terribly distraught. May I do something for you, dear?”
North blinked through the rest of the tears, successfully quelling them after a moment. “I’m fine, but thank you.” She appreciated the doctor asking his friend to watch out for her, and she appreciated Liz trying to be there, but she didn’t know either one of them, and she would prefer to be alone. She just wasn’t certain how to verbalize that without coming across as rude.
“May I get you a drink, or something to eat?”
She shook her head, unable to imagine performing such mundane tasks will her father’s life remained in the balance.
With a small sigh, Liz stood up and moved away from her, returning to the desk. With nothing else to do, North watched her go from the corner of her eye, but remained tense as she waited to see if the woman would come back to her with yet another suggestion of how she might help. She didn’t want to be ungrateful, but she needed quiet and space to process what was happening.
Liz paused near a corkboard and started shuffling through pages that were up there. With a firm nod, she must’ve found what she was looking for, because she removed a page and studied it for a long moment before glancing at North again in what was probably supposed to be a surreptitious manner. Since North was still looking at her, their gazes collided, but she quickly looked away. She didn’t want to encourage Liz to come back to her.
After that, she lost track of, and interest in, what the registrar was doing as her thoughts turned to her father. She wanted to be back in the room with him, and she wished she had asked if she could be. She assumed the friendly doctor would’ve issued the invitation if she was allowed though. He’d been so kind, though they had only interacted for a couple of moments, and his brown eyes were so beautiful that she could get lost in their depths…
North dismissed the thought with a shake of her head and reached for one of the magazines piled messily on the table beside her. She chose at random and looked at the date, which indicated the issue was several months old. Thumbing through it idly, North’s confusion about the world deepened as she read.
There was trouble in Korea, sanctions against Russia, and an investigation probing the United States government, but nothing that mentioned the collapse of civilization and the subsequent rebuild. Perhaps she shouldn’t have expected it to be mentioned in a magazine that was twenty years past the date it had happened, but there was no mention of it even in the political stories, and one involving the relationship between the United States and China alluded to events that had happened after World War II.
A grim possibility occurred to her, though she didn’t want to believe it. Had her father lied to her all her life, making her believe civilization had ended so that she wouldn’t want to venture from the cabin? Had he painted an untrue past in order to control her future?
A sob ripped through her at the thought, and she barely stifled it with the tissue before making a loud noise. That couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. Sam Campbell was the epitome of honest and open communication. He was also kind and loved her too much to ever do something like that to her. He wouldn’t tell her that kind of lie, would he?
She hated that she had doubts about him, but reading further articles in other magazines and briefly watching the television only reinforced her doubts. How could the collapse of civilization have been ameliorated after just two decades to the point where there was no evidence that it had occurred? How could people care about things like sports scores and celebrity gossip, or a new way to prepare chicken, if billions had died in such a catastrophe just twenty years ago?
She was no closer to an answer when Dr. Scott appeared, and she could tell by his grim expression that he had bad news. She clutched the magazine in her hand hard enough to feel the spine digging into her palm, but couldn’t seem to relinquish her hold. “How is he?”
Dr. Scott sat down beside her, taking her hand in his like they were old friends. She should’ve resented the gesture and the intrusion into her personal space, especially since everyone else around her was making her nervous, but it just felt soothing.
“Your father had a massive coronary event, miss. I did CPR and attempted resuscitation for forty minutes, but I’m afraid I couldn’t save him.”
North dissolved in tears as the shock spread through her, and she didn’t resist when the doctor gathered her into his arms to hug her and pat her back as he murmured comforting sounds. She wanted to pull away, to insist he take it back, but in her heart, she knew he was telling her the truth.
Her father had known he was dying, and he’d even told her that. He’d wanted her to leave him there at the cabin, and her to stay where it was safe, so she couldn’t deny the doctor was telling her the truth. “I’d like to see him.”
Dr. Scott immediately pulled away, standing up before her as he held out a hand to assist her to her feet. Only then did North realize she still clutched the magazine, and she managed to drop it to take his hand.
Even in her grief, she didn’t miss the way Liz stared at her as she walked past the sign-in desk, but soon forgot all about that as Dr. Scott led her through a pair of swinging doors and down a hallway that stank of antiseptic. They didn’t go far before he led her into another room, and though she’d requested to see her father’s body, now that the moment was near, she wasn’t certain she could do it. Her feet faltered, and she just stood there for a moment, clinging to Dr. Scott’s hand as she tried to cross the remaining few feet between her and the bed where her father lay. “You’re sure he’s dead?”
His tone was still soothing. “I’m positive. Do you see that machine right there with the straight line going across it?” At her nod, he said, “It measures his heart rate, and it’s been flat for at least the last twenty minutes. I got it to respond a little bit on the first few attempts at resuscitation, but there was just too much damage.”
“Did he suffer?”
Dr. Scott hesitated for a moment before nodding. “I’m certain he was in a fair amount of pain, but that part’s over now. Do you want to see him? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
With a deep breath, North managed to take another step forward, which seemed to have cracked her paralysis. She was finally able to cross the room to his bedside while the doctor followed in her wake. He took up a position right behind her, one of his hands on her shoulder in a bracing fashion as she leaned forward to get a better glimpse at her father’s face.
He was ashen and waxy, and when she touched him, she knew immediately he was dead. She wouldn’t have had to be told to realize that. A jolt went through her as she started sobbing again, but this time clutched the lapels of her father’s shirt instead of turning to Dr. Scott. “Oh, Daddy, what am I going to do without you?”
There was no reply, but she hadn’t expected one. All she found with her face buried against her father’s shirt with the cold comfort of death, and that was no comfort at all.
With another sob, she wrenched away from him and turned around, once again snuggling against Dr. Scott, who seemed unbothered by the storm of tears. He simply held her while she wept and made no attempt to hurry her along in the process.
When the tears finally stopped that time, she was certain they were gone, at least for a long time. She didn’t see how she could have any more tears left in her, though there were sure to be additional bouts of crying in the coming days as she buried her father and tried to figure out what to do with her life.
She didn’t even know if what he’d told her was true, and if she would be safer in the cabin, or if she could leave that place and try to make a new kind of life for herself. It was something she’d never imagined before, and she was afraid to even contemplate the possibility for a moment.
“Do you have friends or family you can stay with nearby, miss…?”
“Campbell,” she said absently. “North Campbell. No, I don’t have anyone except my father.”
He frowned. “That doesn’t seem likely. A pretty woman like you must have a boyfriend?”
She shook her head, frowning at him. Was he trying to pick her up? It was the most inappropriate time ever, and she opened her mouth to tell him that, but he started speaking again before she could do so.
“There must be friends or family? Surely, it wasn’t just the two of you?”
North ran a hand through her wavy brown hair, shoving it off her face. “Can I ask you something weird, Dr. Scott?”
“Elias, but feel free to call me Eli.” His crooked grin was charming enough to send heat spiraling through her.
She ignored that reaction. “Did civilization end twenty years ago? Was there a big war that killed a lot of people, and everything descended into chaos?”
He seemed perplexed by the question. “Not that I know of, and I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of thing I wouldn’t have missed. For one thing, I would’ve been thirteen then, and it would’ve seriously bummed me out if I hadn’t had girls around to salivate over.” His brow wrinkled when he frowned. “Why?”
North hugged herself, rubbing her arms as a chill swept over her. “That’s what my father told me. He said it happened when I was just a baby, and we had to flee the cities to stay alive. He said that’s when my mother died, and that it wasn’t safe to come back. We had to stay in the cabin and avoid evil people.”
The doctor look genuinely shocked now. “You mean you’ve spent the last twenty years living in a cabin with just your father?” At her nod, he said a smothered curse word. “I’m not sure what your father’s agenda was, but I’m afraid he lied to you, North. That never happened, and while the cities can be dangerous, and I sometimes wonder if there’s any civilization left in ‘civilized’ people, there was no great cataclysm that killed billions and forced people into hiding.”
North swayed, reaching out to grasp the rail on the bed for support as her head spun. “Why would he lie to me like that? What did he have to gain by keeping me away from the world? I just don’t understand.”
The doctor put an arm around her back, his hand at her waist. “I don’t understand it either, North, but I’d like to help you. I think you’re a special person, and you’re clearly lost at the moment. My first priority is to find somewhere for you to stay—”
Before Eli could finish his sentence, the door to the room burst open, and it was chaos. The only one North recognized pouring into the room was Liz, followed by two people wearing uniforms she recognized as belonging to police officers, but had only ever seen in the books her father had used to educate her. There were two other men behind them wearing dark suits, and bringing up the rear was a man and a woman who appeared to be in their mid-forties.
There was gray throughout their hair, and they looked familiar, though she couldn’t say why. It took her a moment to realize they both had the same eye color as her. The woman had the same purple-blue color as North’s left eye, while the man had the exact same shade of green as her right eye.
The world was quickly revolving now, and she clung to Dr. Scott even as others tried to pull her away. The older couple pushed past the men in suits and the uniformed officers, and the woman stopped a few feet from North. Her mouth was trembling, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Oh, my god, it is you.”
“We found her,” said the man at her side with a cry of joy. The couple hugged each other before turning to her, and North took a step back, pressing against the hospital bed where her dead father still lay as they pressed in on her, clearly trying to hug her.
“I never thought we’d see you again,” said the woman.
“Finally, we found our baby girl.” The man reached out for her with a trembling hand, brushing against her cheek.
North instinctively cowered away, feeling the crush of claustrophobia and the inability to breathe overwhelm her.
“Who are you people? What are you doing to her?” Dr. Scott’s voice seemed to come from far away.
“She’s our daughter, and kindly step aside,” said the man.
The words were too much for North to process, and she stopped trying to hang on to reality. Instead, she surrendered to the fuzzy gray warmth that crept over her, needing its security more than anything else at the moment.
Chapter Three: Revelations When North woke up, Eli stood over her. No, he was crouched down beside her, she realized. She was lying on the floor, and she couldn’t remember why for a moment. “What…?” She trailed off as it all came back, and she closed her eyes for another moment, summoning the courage to open them again, but not finding it until Eli brushed his hand down her cheek. “It looks like you have some things to deal with, North. You need to wake up now and face them.” He leaned over her and helped her to her feet. As he was standing beside her, she felt him slide something into her pocket, and he whispered in her ear, “Call me if you need me.” “Is she all right, Doctor?” asked the same voice from before—the woman claiming to be her mother. “I believe so. It was just a shock.” “In that case, would you leave us please?” It was clearly a demand and not a question that came from the man claiming to be her father. “Of course. If she starts to pass out again, please make sure y
Chapter Four: Not Nara They had a lovely home on a block of homes that looked almost the same. It was definitely the suburbs, if she understood the definition of the word correctly. She followed them into the kitchen when they entered from the garage, and it was sparkling clean. It looked like a house, but felt nothing like her home. “Did you ever bring me home at all?” “No, Campbell stole you before we could. You were due to be discharged the next day.” Jim said the words angrily. North tried to ignore his outburst, reminding herself he was still processing everything too. And she’d inadvertently given him hope by referring to herself as their missing child, which had been a mistake. “Let me show you to a guestroom,” said Carol. North nodded, anxious to have some time alone to sort out things and perhaps find some semblance of order again. She followed Jim and Carol up the stairs, admiring the house as she went. Every room she saw was meticulously decorated and cleaned to a spotl
Chapter Five: Dr. StrangeIt was a relief to leave their large suburban home in the passenger side of Carol’s Saab. Jim was off to his job, and North realized she had forgotten to ask what he did. It was probably rude, but she supposed she could cut herself a little slack for the oversight in manners.She made a conscious decision to look out her window to examine the city around them rather than look at her mother. Her mother. She tried the words in her mind, but they just didn’t feel right. She hoped the doctor they were going to see that day would have answers for them soon.She didn’t know which was worse at that point—that they were her parents, or they weren’t. If they were, in meant everything she had known about her father was a lie, but if they weren’t, what was she going to do with her life? She couldn’t just go back to the cabin and pretend she hadn’t learned that her father had lied to her about the collapse of civilization.It took about forty minutes to leave Ann Arbor a
Chapter Six: TestingThey went into another room farther down the hall, and this one looked more like she would’ve expected a doctor’s office to appear. There was an exam table covered with some kind of waterproof fabric, a large light overhead, and myriad medical supplies stacked neatly in a shelf.She’d never had a blood test before, but she was pretty sure that was what was about to happen as she watched Kira prepare a needle and syringe. She was woozy, so she decided to lie back on the bed instead of sitting up for the blood draw.“Just a little poke now.” A millisecond later, the needle pierced her arm, and while it was uncomfortable, it wasn’t as bad as she had psyched herself up to expect.After another moment, Kira pulled out the needle and quickly bandaged the spot. “There we go. Now open your mouth, North.”North complied, allowing Kira to scrape the side of her cheek with a long swab. The other woman stored it in a clear tube before turning to Carol to repeat the process. “
Chapter Seven: An Unexpected VisitorShe was still in a daze when they pulled up in front of the Allises’ home more than an hour later. Carol—her mother—no, Carol felt better than calling her mother… She had stopped by a pharmacy on the way home to fill the prescription, which she clutched in one hand while coming around to North’s side to help her out with the other. The hand on her arm was probably meant to be comforting, but it felt restrictive and almost as tight as a handcuffed as Carol led her to the house.They were on the porch before she realized there was someone standing in the shadows cast by the big pillars of the sunporch. She gasped and took a step back, suddenly on edge. Conversely, the panic seemed to snap her world back into focus, and she could think again.“Who’s there?” Carol sounded annoyed.“It’s me, Dr. Elias Scott. I met North last night, and I’m the one who cared for her father.” As he spoke, he stepped out of the shadow, and he wore an affable grin, but ther
Chapter Eight: EscapeThe door opened a moment later, and the light clicked on. “North?” asked Carol softly. “Are you awake, sweetheart?”The endearment made her skin crawl, but she struggled to keep her repulsion out of her expression as she turned over slowly and blinked her eyes as though they weighed a thousand pounds each. “Is that you, Carol?”“It is. I have your other pill.”She feigned a yawn. “I don’t think I need it. I’m feeling much calmer now, and I’m still pretty sleepy.”“We must listen to the doctor. Take your last pill like a good girl, and maybe tomorrow we could—”She yawned again, though this one was authentic. “I was hoping you might be able to take me shopping tomorrow, Carol. I have no clothes with me besides the one outfit.” It was imperative to get to the mall, which seemed to be her only option to escape whatever was going on with the Allises and the mysterious doctor. If her mother thought she was an enthusiastic participant, she might drop her guard and give
Chapter Nine: Kidnapped?She woke just a few minutes later, certain it couldn’t have been longer than that, because the day didn’t appear any later, and the sun was where it had been, though obscured behind the clouds that had shadowed it all day. She was sitting in a van, and her arms were tied to the seat. She started struggling against them, trying to break the bonds, and a cool hand brushed across her brow. For some reason, she immediately felt less fearful.It was the man with the sandy-brown hair, and he was smiling kindly at her. He didn’t seem to be frightening, but she was certain she should be terrified. The ropes binding her to the seat were evidence of that.“Just relax, North. We aren’t going to hurt you.”She didn’t speak but glared at him and made no attempt to hide her skepticism.“I’m Ryland DiFarness, and I’m honored to be one of your guards.”“Enough with the details, Ryland. Let Caius explain before you delve too much into it,” barked the one with flaming-red hair
Chapter Ten: BirthrightElias continued his explanation, “The mythics have fought wars over the millennia, but we’ve reached a truce that is sometimes tenuous, but has lasted for five centuries. Our groups formed the Council, comprised of all of us and represented by at least one being from each realm. There’s even a human on the Council.” He flashed her a smile.“Let me see if I have this straight. You claim you’re all some kind of…creatures from other realms, and you live here on Earth as part of some kind of intergalactic U.N., while ignorant humans go about their daily lives with no clue what’s going on around them. Is that about right?” She felt ridiculous even saying the words.“And there are portals between each realm, but they’re carefully guarded, and access is restricted only to approved travelers, and never in large groups.” Orin offered that explanation.She was certainly surrounded by lunatics, but perhaps she should indulge them for the moment. “Why can’t they travel in