Excerpt of Secret Sister by Emelle Gamble

Except#1

It was sunny and mild the July morning Roxanne and I headed up the state highway into the Verdugo Hills. But the Santa Anas were blowing in from the desert, and those aptly called devil winds rocked our car with gusts of heat and dust that caused tiny sparks of electricity to snap against my fingertips every time I touched my hair.

I looked forward to the Santa Anas each summer because they cleared every trace of smog from the vast L.A. basin and left the air sparkling. But that day they were weeks early and their intensity increased a sense of foreboding I'd awakened with.

I squeezed my hands together and glanced at the woman sitting next to me, for she was the true reason for my uneasiness.

My best friend and I should have been relaxed and chatty, but we hadn't been either lately. Roxanne had recently broken up with the guy she'd been seeing for years, and her mood alarmed me. She had barely said a word at the front door when she picked me up, and nothing at all since we'd been in the car.

Slowly I turned my head from side to side, trying to ease the knot of anxiety in my neck. I reached up to massage my shoulder but the seatbelt held me snugly, so I undid it.

The lock made a sharp click as it released.

"What's wrong?" Roxanne asked.

"Nothing." I spoke quietly. "Just a kink. I must have slept weird."

She frowned and shifted gears and the road rose higher in front of us...

Excerpt #2

When I ‘woke up,' strange words to use after being unconscious for what was surely days, not hours, I felt remarkably lucid. Which is to say, I opened my eyes and saw and understood that I was in a hospital bed, there were nurses working in the area outside my glassed–in room, and I was hooked to an I.V. and some other kind of machine.

I didn't know the story of how I got here, but assumed it was bad. I remembered hearing, somewhere, that I had been in a terrible car accident, but I was blank to any other details.

For instance, I didn't know my name.

I examined the contents of my brain and started a list of unknown things. Where was I? No clue. What day was it? I looked outside and saw blue sky. Zero. I was blank to the most basic of information.

My chest tightened and a roar began in my head. Don't panic. I gulped air, blinked; fought to stay awake.

"Roxanne. Roxanne Ruiz. Do you know where you are?"

I didn't recognize that name. In my brain I saw a face. A kind face, smiling. A great looking guy with strong arms and blue eyes.

But I had no idea who he was either ...

Excerpt #3

"May I sit down, Nick?"

I nodded. Roxanne sat at the table in the kitchen. Despite her appearance, she seemed in control. I felt her eyes on me as I poured myself a glass of water.

The kitchen was a mess. For a second I was embarrassed by the dirty dishes, the soured milk on the counter. Then I got a grip. This wasn't a social call and Roxanne wasn't someone I was trying to impress. Every time she walked into the room, she did so with an agenda.

I turned around. "Do you want something to drink?"

She shook her head.

I sat across from her. She was pinching the back of her hand, like Cathy used to do.

"What's going on? What do you want from me?" I sounded angrier than I thought I was.

"What do you mean?"

"You're fooling around with your hands exactly like Cathy always did. You never had that habit. Why are you doing stuff like that?"

"What else am I doing?"

"You're wearing your hair pulled back in a ribbon, and clothes like my wife wore." I pointed at her blouse. "And you're acting weird with the cat, like she's your cat, among other things. It's freaking my sister out."

Roxanne fidgeted. "That's ridiculous," she said, but her face revealed I'd hit a nerve...