I don’t have anything else to do when he isn’t around. I’m only allowed one new paperback book a week because Dad says they’re expensive, and I read quickly, so that only kills a few hours of my time. Mum and Dad never let me out on my own, and if by some miracle they do, Lochlan volunteers himself to keep an eye on me, as if I’m going to do bad stuff. It’s so annoying.”
“Your parents and your brothers just worry about you. You know that poor girl from the countryside that was raped and murdered was your age. She lived forty minutes away, and they still haven’t caught the son of a bitch that did it. You can’t blame everyone for being protective of you.”
No, I can’t, but being suffocated by everyone isn’t very protective either.
“Yeah, I know,” I grumbled.
“Why don’t you invite those girls you study with sometimes – Hannah and Sally is it?”
I snorted. “Anna and Ally?”
“Right.” My uncle snapped his fingers. “Those two, they seem nice.”
I shrugged. “They can be, but we had a bit of a fight in school the other day, and we haven’t made up yet.”
I didn’t know if we would make up either, because Anna had said some really mean things about my appearance. Ally didn’t stop her or defend me, so I took it that she agreed with Anna and what she thought of me. I tried not to let it bother me, but it was hard when Anna kept throwing the same horrible words around.
Fat. Ugly. Nerd.
They were simple words, only a few letters long, but they had an impact on me even if I didn’t want them to.
“Friends fight – it happens – but have a little faith; you’ll make up.”
I nodded for my uncle’s sake, adjusted my new glasses, and said, “Okay.”
“Atta girl,” he said, smiling.
I leaned back in the chair and glanced around my uncle’s kitchen, smiling too. “I love this house.”
“You do?” my uncle asked, surprise obvious in his tone.
I nodded. “It’s my favourite place. Didn’t I tell you that before?”
He shook his head. “Why is it your favourite place?”
“Because I have millions of cool memories of being here with you.” I smiled as I thought of a few. “Like that time we made a pillow fort out of the sofa cushions in the living room, or that time we flooded this room when we were filling water balloons to get my brothers out back.”
My uncle snorted. “Your Aunt Teresa was so mad at me over that last one.”
I smiled. “I know, but it was still a really great day.”
“It was,” he agreed, smiling fondly as he was no doubt thinking of my Aunt Teresa.
“I love my own house, obviously, but I don’t know, your house just feels right. Like, I feel super safe when I’m here, like nothing can touch me. Is that weird?”
“No, not weird at all. Everyone should have a favourite place, and I’m glad this house is yours, darling.”
I smiled. “Are you ready to go see The X-Men?”
My uncle stood up and puffed out his chest. “Born ready.”
I shook my head, laughing as we left my uncle’s house, cracking jokes and teasing one another. I knew I was blessed: I had an incredible family, and even though Kale annoyed me a lot, he was still the best friend I could have ever asked for. I knew I’d never be with him the way I wanted to be, but even if I couldn’t have that, I’d want us to be always as close as we were now.
I hope things never change, my mind whispered as I ventured out with my uncle to make more memories.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Day one in York
Kale’s baby died.
“No,” I whispered, and stumbled back.
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way, sweetheart,” my father said, looking at baby Kaden’s grave once more. I lifted my hands to my face and covered my mouth as I shook my head in dismay.
This couldn’t be real.
“Dad,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say.
I moved my hands from my ears to my neck as I had difficulty swallowing the bile that threatened to rise up my throat. I dropped one hand to my abdomen as my stomach churned, and squeezed my eyes shut, trying my hardest not to cry.
“I’m sorry, Lane.”
I opened my eyes and looked up into my father’s.
“Kale . . . his baby died?”
My father’s expression was broken as he nodded. I wrapped my arms around myself and slowly rocked