“Mum?” I whispered.
She shot upright in her bed. “I’m awake – are you okay?”
I hesitated in speaking for a moment and then shook my head.
“Can I sleep with you?” I whispered.
“I’ll go into your room,” my father’s voice said as he got out of bed. “Get in beside your mother, darling.”
He stood out of my way as I walked around to his side of the bed and crawled into it and wrapped my arms around my mother. I hated what I was doing to them. I had slept with my mother a lot after I came home from the hospital, because I was having nightmares, and I knew they both had trouble sleeping because they were so worried about me.
“I feel broken,” I muttered against my mother’s chest.
“It will be okay, baby,” she whispered, and kissed my head. “I promise.”
My father left the room, and I heard a loud bang seconds later as if he’d hit something.
“Do you want to talk to me, or to someone, about what happened?” she asked.
I blinked in the darkness.
She thought I was in her arms because of what Jensen had tried to do to me, but I wasn’t. I was still in a state of shock over that, but I felt like the only damage from that night was the small physical marks he left, and once they were gone, he had no hold over me. He’d scared me straight; I would never again behave the way I did to get myself into a situation like that.
I swore it to myself.
What my mother didn’t know was that it was the person she considered a son who had me so torn up and vulnerable. She didn’t know that he was the reason I used to drink and got lost in different lads. She didn’t know I gave him my virginity and that he didn’t remember a single thing about it. She didn’t know I had been in love with him since I was ten years old, and she definitely didn’t know I’d give up everything to be his.
My mother didn’t know she had raised a complete idiot, and she wouldn’t if I had anything do with it. I was going to change. Everything was going to change.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Day four in York
Lane, are you ready?”
I jumped with fright when Layton’s voice called my name.
“Sorry,” he said, laughing from behind me. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
I got up from the kitchen table and turned to face him.
“You didn’t scare me.”
My brother grinned. “Aye, that’s why you almost jumped out of your skin then?”
I scrunched up my nose, making him laugh.
“Are we good to go?” I asked.
He nodded. “Nanny is just using the loo, and then we’re heading out.”
I nodded. “Come in and close the door then; I want to speak to you.”
Layton eyed me warily. “About what?”
I didn’t exactly know. I just knew I needed to speak to him to make sure we were okay. I was cool with my nanny, Lochlan, my parents, and that left Layton and Kale for me to square away any spot of bother that lingered.
“Sit down, you big girl’s blouse, and I’ll tell you,” I chuckled.
Layton didn’t appreciate the teasing, but he did as I asked and sat across from me at the kitchen table.
“You’re okay, aren’t you?” he asked, his concern for me obvious.
His gaze lingered on my right eyebrow, then my left cheek, a little longer than necessary, and for a split second, I wondered if he thought back to that time that I’d received the faint scars. I hoped not, because I didn’t, and I didn’t want him to either.
I smiled. “Yeah, I just want to make sure we’re okay.”
Layton raised his eyebrows. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Because the only times we have spoken over the last few years were when I called at Christmas and on your and Lochlan’s birthday. I don’t blame you if you hate me.”
“Hold the phone,” he said abruptly. “I have never, and will never, hate you, Lane. You’re my baby sister: I love you to death.”
My throat got tight with emotion. “I guess . . . I guess I just figured you would feel some sort of way towards me because things ended badly with us before I left, and we never spoke.”
“I’m just as much to blame for us not speaking.” Layton sighed. “I just hate the thought of you living so far away. Something awful happened to you just down the road, Lane. What if something bad happened to you over in America, and you were without us? I didn’t accept or agree with your decision and just closed myself off. I hated your decision, not you.”
“I’m sorry, Lay. It was really shitty of me to move so far away. I just didn’t think about anything like that at the time.”
He nodded. “I know, but I thought about it a lot. So did Dad, Lochlan, Kale and even Uncle Harry, God rest him.”
I swallowed. “I’m so sorry.”
Layton leaned forward. “I know you still have your troubles with Kale, but will you not consider moving home, or somewhere close by?”
The fact that I was definitely considering it spoke volumes about what I had to do.
I nervously nodded to my brother. “It’s become more and more clear that living in New York isn’t helping me. It’s not fixing me, but maybe coming home will in some way.”
Layton’s eyes lit up. “You have made me so bloody happy, sis.”
I laughed as he pulled me into a standing hug and almost squeezed the breath straight out of me. “It’s not decided yet, but it’s an option. Just keep this between us for now. I have to figure out a lot of stuff in my head.”
My brother pulled back and winked. “You got it.”
I relaxed. “I had a talk like this with Lochlan, and he sprung upon me that he was in a relationship with Ally Day. Are you going to tell me you’re dating Anna O’Leary?”
Layton laughed merrily. “No, I’m not dating anyone, but I’m trying my luck with Samantha Wright. You met her, kind of, when you came home on Friday. I like her, and we went on a date just before Uncle Harry died. I’m hoping we can go out on another one soon. She’s pretty great.”
I smiled. “I’m happy for you, Lay. I’ll have to get to know her.”
“You will,” he said, and smiled.
I hugged him again, bursting with joy that things were really okay between us.
“Layton? Lane?” Lochlan called out. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
We were heading to the family solicitor’s office to hear my uncle’s will. We hadn’t been to my uncle’s house yet to start organising it and clearing things out, and we couldn’t until we heard the will. He might have wanted his belongings donated someplace or items sold and the money donated to charity. Our hands were tied until we heard what he wanted for the future of his possessions.
I drove with Lochlan and Layton into town, and we got there the same time as our parents and nanny. We were expected and didn’t have to hang around the waiting room, so we all filed into the solicitor’s main office. My brothers and father gave us women the chairs, and they sat on the windowsill behind us.
“Nice to see you again, Jeffery,” my father said to the solicitor when he entered the office.
We each shook hands and introduced ourselves. He already knew everyone but me.
“Thank you all for coming. In light of recent events, I want to offer my deepest condolences to your family. Harry . . . he was more than a client; he was a friend, and I’ll miss him greatly. I hope that after today you can find a sense of peace.”
Jeffery looked directly at me when he finished speaking, and I couldn’t respond, so my nanny did in my place.
“Thank you, Mr Twomey,” she said, smiling warmly. “We’re still in a state of shock and are somewhat beside ourselves, but we greatly appreciate your kind words.”
Jeffery bowed his head and smiled before he moved around his desk and seated himself behind it. He lifted up a thin brown folder that had my uncle’s name stamped onto the cover in thick black ink.
“Harry’s will is very simple,” he began. “The simplest will I have ever drawn up for a client.”
I blinked. “That’s good, right? Less paperwork for us to comb through.”
Jeffery chuckled. “I believe he used similar words when we were in talks for his will.”
I grinned. “That’s my Uncle Harry for you.”
Jeffery opened the folder. “I know it was a trip to come into town to see me, but this will be a very quick meeting. The contents of the will for Mr Harry Larson are as follows: his house and all of his belongings, everything in his possession and name, has been left to Miss Lane Edwards, his niece.”
He rattled off my address and other legally accurate information, but my mind stopped working after he said my name. I looked up at Jeffery, my eyebrows raised in shock. “I’m sorry; I think I misheard you. Can you repeat that, please?”
Jeffery clasped his hands together. “Everything that Harry owned has been left in your name, Lane. His money, his house, his entire estate, but only on one condition.”
I blinked my eyes and tried to process the information.
“What is the condition?” I questioned.
Jeffery smiled. “He wrote it in a letter addressed to you.”
I nodded because I didn’t know what else to do or say.
“It is also side-noted in the terms that if any family member contests the will, or Lane fails to keep to the condition, the entire contents of the will would be liquidated for a cash sum and then donated to the fan club of the Liverpool Football Club.”
Everyone in the room gasped in horror.
We were a family that bled red for Manchester United, and any mention of Liverpool Football Club was banned in our house. It was punishable by being disowned, or perhaps even death.
Uncle Harry wasn’t messing around.
“The evil bastard!” Nanny suddenly bellowed, breaking the veil of silence that fell upon the room.
I looked at my nanny and saw that steam was practically pouring from her ears. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her lip curled in anger. I stared at her for a few more moments, then laughed. I covered my mouth with my hands and cackled until she whacked my arm.