Until Harry - L.A. Casey Page 0,89

wasn’t a stranger to myself anymore.

I left the bathroom feeling drained, but good. My uncle had single-handedly secured my financial future and given me a beautiful home in the process. I was truly blessed.

I re-entered Jeffery’s office to find that my family had left. I signed the papers to start the process of my inheritance.

“Hey,” Lochlan called out to me when I walked down the hallway of the office building in the direction of the exit. “Everyone has gone back to Mum and Dad’s. I told them I’d bring you home. Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I am – I just feel very overwhelmed. He’s left everything to me with the condition that Kale and I talk.”

“He did?” Lochlan laughed. “That sneaky son of a bitch.”

I guffawed. “You can say that again.”

“Are you ready to go?” my brother asked me.

I nodded but placed my hand on his arm. “Can you drop me off somewhere first?”

Lochlan raised an eyebrow. “Sure, where do you want to go?”

“I need to go and clear my head. This is a lot to process.”

My brother frowned and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Where will you go to do that?”

I smiled and looked up at the sky when we walked out of the solicitor’s office. “To see Lavender, of course.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Six years ago (twenty years old)

Lane,” my father shouted up the stairs, “can you come down here for a minute?”

I sighed and looked up to the ceiling.

“Can it wait?” I asked, irritated that he was interrupting me. “I’m meeting Lavender at the cinema in twenty minutes, and I’m not ready yet. She’ll kill me if I’m late.”

I think she knew I’d be late; it’s probably why she was ignoring my calls and texts. She wanted to tell me off in person. I snorted to myself but stopped when my father replied.

“We need to talk. Right now.”

Something was wrong, I could hear it in the tone of his voice. Without a second thought, I walked out of my room and headed downstairs and into the sitting room, where I found my parents. I was surprised to see my brothers and Kale there too. Everyone was on their feet, staring at me, and trepidation filled the room.

“Is it Nanny?” I asked, my heart in my throat.

My mother shook her head. “No, darling.”

“Uncle Harry?” I pressed, noticing he wasn’t in the room either.

My mother shook her head once more, but this time her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Tell me,” I almost shouted with panic.

My mother burst into tears and couldn’t speak around her sobs, so I looked to my father, who was frowning deeply at me. “Sit down, honey.”

“I don’t want to sit down,” I argued.

Kale, who was standing behind my father, came to my side and put his hand on my back, nudging my body to move towards the sofa, where I caved and sat down.

“Okay, I’m sitting down. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

My father blew out a saddened breath. “It’s Lavender,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

My mind went blank then, and any logical form of thinking went out the window. “What’s Lavender?” I asked dumbly.

My father looked positively gutted. “She was driving home from work today,” he said on a sorrowful sigh, “and got into an accident.”

I felt my stomach churn.

“Lavender was in a car accident?” I asked, sounding surprisingly calm.

I felt as if my voice was on a speakerphone, because it suddenly sounded robotic and slowed down, like I was tripping on something and was hearing things.

“Yes, sweetheart, she was,” my father replied, his eyes, and everyone else’s, watching me with intent.

I heard my heartbeat as it thudded away. “We have to go to the hospital,” I said, and tried to stand up, but Kale, who was still next to me, placed his hand on my knee, halting my movements.

I looked down to his hand, my eyes drilling holes into it. It was the first time since we had been together that he had touched me in a way that wasn’t a friendly hug or nudge. It made me look at him with fear of what he was going to say next. The despair I saw in his eyes cut me in half.

“No,” I said to him, almost glaring. “She’s okay.”

The muscles in his jaw rolled back and forth, and he stared at me. “I’m so sorry.”

“No!” I said louder. “She’s okay, she’s just in the hospital—”

“Her dad rang your mum, Lane.” Kale cut me off, the hurt he felt for me plastered over his face.

I