Until Harry(89)

With that said, he left the room, leaving me staring after him with fear swirling around in my stomach. I looked to Lochlan and Layton when they stood up.

“Please,” I pleaded. “I don’t want to leave and be fighting.”

“Then stay and there won’t be a problem,” Layton bit out.

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

“Then I have nothing else to say to you.” Layton walked out, and I looked from him to Lochlan, who was staring at me with a pain in his eyes that I didn’t understand.

“If you leave here, and you cause a rift between all of us, then I am done. Fucking done.”

My lower lip wobbled when my mother and grandmother stood and left the room without a word in my direction. Not a curse word, not a farewell. Nothing.

“Oh, my God,” I breathed. “They hate me.”

I felt my uncle’s arms come around me. “They don’t hate you. They’re hurt and scared for you. I told you, you’re precious to us all.”

I hugged my uncle tightly. “They don’t understand me.”

“They will, just give them time.”

I nodded and breathed my uncle’s scent in, remembering everything about him in that moment because I didn’t know when I would next be able to hold him like this.



Do I have everything? I thought to myself as I scanned my parents’ sitting room for the millionth time. I was flying out to America today to start a new life, and I was a nervous wreck. I was so emotional. Breaking the news to my family had been an utter disaster. I couldn’t lie: it hurt that they didn’t even want to say goodbye to me, but I knew how upset and worried they were for me. They just couldn’t get on board, and the Edwards stubborn trait reared its ugly head when I wouldn’t change my mind for them.

It didn’t help that I had buried my sweet Lavender only a few short hours ago and was experiencing a pain that I had never known until they lowered her six feet below the earth. My trip was a great distraction, though, and I immersed myself in it instead of thinking about my friend.

“Money,” I mumbled to myself, and checked my personal belongings once more.

My Uncle Harry would be by soon to bring me to the airport, and he would run through a checklist with me. He had travelled hundreds of times and would catch something if I forgot it.

“Lane?” Kale’s voice suddenly called out.

Oh, bollocks. I paled. What the fuck was he doing here?

I turned and looked at Kale with wide eyes when he walked into the sitting room. His eyes went directly from me to the two large suitcases that were next to me. He stared at them, hard, before he lifted his gaze to mine.

“What are they for?” he asked, frowning.

Please, I silently pleaded, go away.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, dodging his question.

He blinked his whisky-coloured eyes that I loved so much. “Lochlan called me and told me you needed to talk to me and I had to come over right now.”

Anger surged through me. “Lochlan is a fucking bastard!” I growled.

How fucking dare he, my mind raged.

Kale refocused on my suitcases. “Lane, what are they for?”

Fuck.

“I . . . I have to leave.”

Kale didn’t move an inch. “I don’t understand,” he said after a few moments. “I mean, I get what this looks like, what it is, but why?”

I looked away from him. “You know why.”

He sucked in a breath. “Please don’t tell me this is because of us?”

Was there ever an “us” to begin with? my mind taunted.

“I’m leaving because I need space, a lot of space, to clear my head. It’s been clouded with you for years, and I just need to get you out of my system. Lavender is gone too, and I just can’t be here without her. I buried her today and it’s hitting me that she is gone. I need to get out of here.”

The muscle in Kale’s jaw rolled back and forth as I spoke. “Where will you go?” he asked.

“New York,” I swallowed. “I found an apartment with cheap rent in a good neighbourhood.”

I watched as Kale let my words sink in. “America?” he whispered. “You’re leaving for America?”

I nodded. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave.”

“And I only find out now?” he angrily snapped. “Right before you walk out the door to up and move out of the country, you decide to fucking tell me?”

Anger was good; I could fight it with my own.

“Yeah, like how you knew Drew was pregnant for weeks and never told me until a few hours after I found out my best friend was dead?”

Kale reeled back like I hit him. “That’s different.”