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An Act of Goodwill Part 2
by Jessica Viblis
Chapter 1: Resurgence
It was the second day of my experiment, and I had to go shopping. I hid
the clothes in the back of the closet and called over Sarah's sister
Hannah to watch Rachel for the day. Hannah looked at me as I was
leaving.
"Did something happen, Zach? You seem to be less tense than usual." She
clicked the childproof gate over the door. "Remember, we're still here
for you."
"I've got to pick up diapers, baby formula, and some fruits and
vegetables for me. You want anything Hannah?" In retrospect, I admit my
attempt at disarming the conversation was too harsh. Hannah was and
still is a good person. I just didn't want her to discover what I had
been doing.
"Yeah, just get me a roast beef panini, OK?' To her credit, Hannah
didn't seem hurt by my temper, or if she was, she didn't show it.
I promised myself on the drive that I'd make it up to her. However, I
got distracted by my bad attitude to my sister-in-law, and instead of
going to the supermarket, I found myself pulling into the parking lot
of that Goodwill store. Strangely, only one car was in the parking lot.
It could have just been the strange memory of two days prior, but I
immediately sensed something strange about this. I knew the way to the
supermarket by rote, and had only been to this store once. I was sorely
confused, but I wasn't about to step into the store to find out why. I
immediately pulled out from that place and went back, though I couldn't
shake a feeling of something missing.
With my shopping done, I returned home. Still that strange sensation
bothered me. I couldn't let the issue sit.
As I handed the sandwich to Hannah, I asked her. "Hannah, do you know
about a Goodwill store off Exit 4?"
Her reaction frightened me. She took three steps back. I knew I was on
to something now. "Hannah. What is it?"
"Zachary...That store was..."
It was at this point, every single time, that the dream ended. My
subconscious lacked whatever critical information was necessary to
complete the sentence and crashed me back to reality. I was too scared
to just call Hannah about it, and after making sure I was awake, I
recorded the second day's findings.
"Attempting to skate by on 'good feelings' from first night leads to
only four hours of sleep total. Dreams always cut out at vital part.
Analysis: the feelings fade too quickly without some physical element
to anchor. Moving to stage three today. Normal clothing, with female
undergarments."
I closed the document on the computer and went to change Rachel.
I took a small brush to the small amount of hair that Rachel had as I
was bathing her. There was a memory here, but I couldn't let myself get
distracted by it while Rachel was in the tub. After getting her dressed
and back into her playpen, I tried to access that memory.
It was three days after we had gotten back from our honeymoon. Hannah
and the other sisters had come to see me while I was on break. They
wanted to get to know this man that their sister had fallen for. I
remember not doing very well with the cooking, but the coffee was
decent and the ice cream sundaes I made won them over.
As they recovered from that and I cleaned up, they hatched the devious
plan they had been preparing.
It all happened so fast. All I could remember was looking in the mirror
to find that they had dyed my hair red.
"What was the point of this? Sarah's not going to care what color my
hair is."
"No, you're right. It was her idea." Karen told me.
"Why?"
"She wanted to know if you'd freak out if there was a sudden change.
Like if she changed her hairstyle."
"The outside doesn't matter. Just to prove it to you ladies, I'm going
to keep this hair color until it fades."
It was a good memory, and a part of me started to realize that If I
just opened up to my sisters-in-law, that I could do..whatever it was
that I was doing, easier. However, I decided to suppress that thought
until I finished the experiment.
In the back part of the closet, I had one of the pairs of panties
hidden in a shoebox for me to try that night. I had to get a grip on
what I was doing. So I sat on my bed and kept a close eye on Rachel.
Was I a secret crossdresser? Only if one time counts as a trend. Though
if I carried on I might turn out that way.
Was I some kind of pervert? Not as far as I knew. I wasn't drawing some
kind sexual pleasure, just a few brief hours of respite from the dreams
that haunted me.
Was I just deluding myself? I let this question slide for the time
being because I wasn't sure how to answer it.
What would my friends think? I didn't have time to answer that as the
doorbell rang. Hannah was standing there, with tears in her eyes. Very
quickly, I let my sister-in-law inside. Though she tried to keep
herself busy by playing with Rachel, I could tell her heart wasn't in
it.
"Zach, I have something for you. Sarah gave it to me while she was
three months pregnant." She pulled an old bedraggled letter from her
purse.
It was Sarah's handwriting. There was even a faint trace of her perfume
on the paper. But this was almost two years ago it was written. The
paper was yellowed with age and stained from the various metal objects
that had rusted on top of it. But it was unmistakably a relic of
"I'm sorry. She gave it to me and I just buried it in the back of my
junk drawer." Hannah was on the verge of tears, so I led her to the
sofa and put Rachel in her arms. With her niece there, Hannah was
quiet. "Zach, there's something in our past and I'm sure that letter
will explain it. Please try to not to freak out."
I sat next to her, opening the letter carefully.
"Dearest Zachary,
I hope this letter finds you well.
The truth has to come out now as we prepare to have a family. I've
talked it over with my case agent and she believes that it is safe to
tell.
Ten years ago, I witnessed a crime. Some street gang, whose names I
didn't know, burned down a free clinic in the neighborhood. I got a
good enough look at them to give a description to the police.I didn't
realize what would happen when I came forward. It seems that two of the
men I identified had a prior track record as cop-killers. The police,
desperate to bring these men down, put my family into protective
custody. We were in Witness Protection, so the Sarah you knew never
existed. My name was Cynthia and my sisters were Kendra and Willow. We
were all part of the Pope family before the incident.
We spent two years in our new identities before the Boston PD had
enough evidence to put these men away. All it required was my
testimony. I proudly took the stand, and pointed the two men out as the
arsonists from that day. The son of of one of the fallen officers
identified them as the killers of his father, and between our
testimonies, the two men were put away for life.
The U.S. Marshals told us that we had to stay in our new identity for
the rest of our lives. They moved us down to Plymouth, and got us set
up. Two months after the trial, I met you. You made me happy for the
first time since I entered Witness Protection. I fought my case worker
tooth and nail for the chance to date you. Do you remember how on our
first real date, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being
followed? It's because you were. The agents were using that date as a
chance to get you vetted, whatever that means. When they saw you
weren't a threat, they let me date you with fewer agents, until finally
it was down to one.
I tell you this so that you understand what I've been through. Just
know these three things.
I love you, completely and without reservation.
Eventually, my past will catch up to me.
If something should happen to me when it does, know that it's not your
fault, but mine.
Your loving wife, Sarah"
My hands started shaking. The letter fell from my hands. As it did, I
saw a business card taped to the back of the letter. The name was Agent
Petra Reid, US Marshals. I'd have to have a conversation with her at
some point. But first, I collected myself for a moment.
"I know you as Hannah, so that's how I'll keep referring to you. I want
you to take Rachel next door to my friend Hank's. There's a spare
bottle and diaper bag by the door. Please do this for me and tell Hank
that if he hears me shouting, swearing or breaking things, that I'm
perfectly fine."
Hannah nodded, taking Rachel with her.
All the pent up rage for the year since her death came washing over me.
I knew why she died. My nger at her murderers flowed through my primal
screams and out through my fists into the speed bag I had hanging in
the basement. My anger at Sarah for not telling me sooner, and the
anger at Hannah for losing such an important clue made me go berserk.
When I had finally calmed down, I had to sweep up the pieces of Sarah's
mirror and apply gauze to my lacerated hands. I looked around at the
mess I had created and fell to my knees.
I don't know how long I wailed to the heavens and railed against fate,
but I soon felt strong hands on my shoulders. Hank and his son Steven
had come to be with me when I needed it most. Together, we cleaned up
the rooms I had rampaged through, not a word shared between us. Nobody
said anything until we were gathered around the table. I passed the
letter around, and watched as their expressions changed from shared
sorrow to amazement.
"What are you going to do, Zach?" Steven asked me as he fetched me a
beer from the fridge. Hank finished taping up my wounds and waited for
my answer.
"I have to have a talk with her caseworker, Agent Reid. Then after
that, we need to talk. You two, me, and my sisters-in-law. There are
some things I need to explain."
CHAPTER 2: Meeting with the Marshal
When I called up the office, I was certain that I wouldn't be known,
but those fears were quickly put to rest.
"Zachary Knight. I've been waiting for your call. Though it's been a
while, I still need to offer condolences on your loss." Agent Reid
seemed friendly enough over the phone.
"It seems our meeting is a year too late, Agent Reid. Do you have an
opening today to speak with me?"
"Yes. I'll see you in two hours, if that's acceptable."
"Definitely. I'll be there."
My Sister-in-law and neighbors were waiting for me in the living room,
each one taking some time with Rachel.
"All right everyone. By now, you know the story. My wife was in Witness
Protection, and for that she was killed. That's the barebones problem.
However, you should know the whole story." I waited for everyone to be
seated.
"Since that day, I have been plagued with nightmares. I blamed myself
for her death, and I just couldn't get over it. I was emotionally cold
to each of you, and as a result, I probably made you a little but more
distant.
However, there is one more thing. Promise me you won't laugh?"
"Why would we laugh?" Hank asked. "This is a serious time for you."
I nodded and went to collect the dress.
"A few days ago, I found this. A dress similiar to the one Sarah was
wearing when she met me, obviously a few sizes bigger. For whatever
reason, I wore it to bed that night, and had the sensation that she was
here with me. I was trying to hide it, but.."
It was the best moment I had had all day. Hannah took the dress from my
hands, and just embraced me. My two neighbors laid their hands on my
shoulders.
"You don't need this, Zachary." Hannah told me. "But I have to ask,
where did you find it?"
"A Goodwill Store off Exit 3." As with my dreams from the previous
night, Hannah's face blanched. Maybe now I'd get that explanation.
"Zachary, that store was where Sarah got her first job."
"Well, that's a strange coincedence. But why are you so terrified?"
"Because it burned down the night before she died. You couldn't have
been there."
Steven looked at us like we were crazy but still said "Sometimes,
miracles happen. Obviously, he got something from that place. Though if
we go back there, we'll probably see a burned out hulk. Anyway, Zach
needs to go talk to the caseworker. We'll keep an eye on Rachel while
you're gone."
That's how I found myself in Agent Reid's office. And as I opened the
door, that same memory came back. But there was something different
about it. Something that I had blocked out because I was afraid. I
spent quite a while in that memory, trying to dredge up the missing
detail, and was snapped out of it by Agent Reid.
"Is there something wrong, Mister Knight?"
"I remember the night. And I remember what they were driving." I could
see that I had gotten her attention, so once again I tried to find that
memory.
I had just taken my daughter in my hands. I heard tires screeching as a
silver Buick Skylark drove down the street. And as I hit the ground,
cradling Rachel, I could see three characters on the license plate AK0.
Agent Reid picked up the phone, calling in to the police. "It seems we
have a breakthrough in the killing of Sarah Knight. Please inform your
officers to be on the lookout for a Silver Skylark with A-K-Zero on the
license plate."
For the next several hours, I and the agent just talked about my wife.
According to the agent, I really was the best thing that had happened
to her. She was always unhappy, but the day she met me, that burden had
lifted. Every date we had was attended by a few Marshals, but that was
an acceptable risk.
"My question is, how did the men find her?" I asked over my third cup
of coffee.
"One of our agents was bought out. If we could find which one it was,
we could do so much to help you, and five other families get some much-
needed closure."
"I'm sure if you find the Skylark, you can find the corrupt agent. One
more question. Did Sarah leave anything for me with you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact." Agent Reid offered me the envelope. Inside
was the address of a bank and a safety deposit box number. "She said
that one day, you'd have to find out. And that box is waiting for you.
I'll go with you if you like."
This seemed like a good option so we drove together to the bank. I
admit, my hands were shaking as I opened the box.
The note from Sarah read "Zachary. If you've found this box, it means I
have been killed. In here you will find the total of my savings and
investments, including my stipend from the US Marshals. There is enough
money in here to ensure that you and Rachel can live comfortably. I
have provided for her college education. I only hope that you will find
happiness in life without me there.
I love you completely,
Sarah."
As promised, the money was in the box, along with all the major
investments she had made. And beneath that, neatly folded up was the
dress. The original one. For a few minutes, I just sat back and cried.
Postscript:
Three years have passed since that day. I met someone new, and we're
planning on getting married soon. Esther is a lovely redhead who I met
in the office of the psychiatrist I finally agreed to see. While our
stories were different, we did develop a kinship, and eventually love.
They caught the men responsible for Sarah's death. I can't say I was
happy with the outcome. They got a reduced sentence for revealing the
name of the corrupt Marshal. I think eighty years in prison with no
parole is too light, but I won't lose sleep over it.
Today Rachel's going to school for the first time. She looks so cute in
her school uniform. I do wish Sarah could be here to watch it happen,
but I believe that she's been watching over me this whole time. From me
finding the dress in my size, to the letter in Hannah's possession,
everything seems to lean towards that.
As for my little experiment, I shelved it. I didn't need the female
clothing to make myself feel better. I only thought I did. However, in
the "games" I play with Esther, sometimes, I wear panties and a
nightgown, just for fun.
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