Until Harry(82)

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded and gave him a hug. “I’m good, thanks, Dad.”

I pulled back from my father and looked to Jeffery when he called my name. He had a brown envelope extended in my direction. “Here is the letter from your uncle.”

With a shaking hand, I took the letter and thanked Jeffery. I stared down at the envelope and then excused myself from the room so I could go to the bathroom. I suddenly felt a little nauseated – the excitement had got to my nerves – and wanted to be near a toilet in case I threw up. After I splashed my face with water and took a few deep breaths, I entered an empty stall and sat on the closed toilet seat. With quivering hands, I opened the letter my uncle had written to me. I took a couple more deep breaths before I began to read.



Lane,

If you’re reading this letter, it means I’m with my Teresa. Please don’t be sad for me. Know that I’m out of pain and with my love. I’m happy. I’m sorry I never told you about my condition. I didn’t want you to worry or come home out of concern for me. I don’t know exactly when I’m going to kick it, but if the signs my body is showing are anything to go by, I think it will be soon.

Being thousands of miles away hasn’t fixed anything. You need to come home and get some closure. I know that you’re stubborn, though, and only something drastic will bring you home. I think it will be my funeral.

I’ve watched Kale over the last few years, and I’m just going to say it: that man loves you, kid. His face lights up when I talk about you and what you’ve been up to in New York. You make his day, even when you’re not here. I know very well that you still love him too; you wouldn’t be running away if you didn’t.

No more excuses from you, sweetheart. I’ve made sure that when I’m gone you’ll want for nothing. You’ll just have to come home and fix things with Kale. I don’t know what the outcome will be, I don’t know if things will turn out the way you both want them to, but you need to talk. You know what talk I mean.

Take care of yourself, trust yourself, love yourself as much as I love you and be happy. You deserve it, darling. I’ll see you later.

All my love,

Uncle Harry xx



Tears blurred my vision as I reread my uncle’s letter over and over. I missed him so much it hurt, but I also wanted to whack him around the head for being such a sneaky shite. I laughed as I cried.

I folded his letter up and put it into my bag for safekeeping. After I exited the stall, I splashed some more cold water onto my face. I dried myself off as I glanced at myself in the mirror. As I stared at the woman looking back at me, I was happy to find that I was starting to recognise her again. I 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.