To Love and Be Loved(78)

All hypothetical, of course, as we will never know, but I want you to know that you did me a great disservice, and her too, and that is a great shame, which I will have to carry always. I hate coming back to Port Charles and rarely do, not only because of the understandable disdain in which the locals hold me, but also because it reminds me of that, the saddest episode I have ever had – it really was – when I was hurting more than I knew was possible and I hurt the girl I loved; because be in no doubt, I loved her. I loved her.

Digby x





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE


MERRIN

It was the end of a long and exhausting day. With a muddled head and wanting to avoid the corridors and guests, or more specifically, certain guests, Merrin decided to walk the long way to their quarters. She trod the woodland path where damp leaves gathered and the stone flagstones grew a little slippery when rained on. To walk among nature helped still the torrent of intrusive thoughts.

‘Merrin! I’ve not heard that name before, it’s lovely!’

‘I-it’s n-not that common, but I have . . . I have . . . I did hear it before. Once. It reminded me of the sea.’

The branches of the oak and horse chestnut trees formed a canopy that in autumn, with an array of burnished leaves in shades of red through to the palest yellow, was something to behold. It was one of her favourite things: to take her time, idling along and looking up through the branches as the sun peeked through where it could and the leaves moved in the wind to sing to her a rustling sonata. Tonight, she stood at the end of the path and slipped off her shoes and, holding them in her fingers, she placed first one foot and then the other on the cold, damp path, feeling the stresses and worries of the day travel down her legs and disappear through the soles of her feet, worming their way into this little patch of garden behind the castle wall.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and was delighted to see it was Bella’s number.

‘You’re up late.’ It was nearly midnight.

‘It’s Valentine’s! Of course I’m up late – there are chocolates to eat and champagne to sip! Oh no, wait a minute, that’s just my fantasy life; I’m up because Glynn has diarrhoea and I’ve had to change several leaky nappies. Welcome to my world in all its glamour!’

Merrin laughed. ‘Poor little thing.’

‘Me or the babby?’

‘Both.’

‘I wanted to see if you were okay, after the whole Digby episode. I can’t believe he just turned up like that.’

‘Me neither. I spoke to him,’ she whispered, looking around, checking she was alone.

‘What? How? Where? Oh, my God! What happened?’ All traces of fatigue had gone from her tone and Bella now sounded wide awake.

‘I came out of the cupboard and he was just there in the corridor, alone.’

‘Fuck! Did he try it on?’

‘What? God, no, of course not!’ she tutted. ‘What do you think we are, fifteen?’

‘In my head, yes.’

‘No, it was nothing like that, Bells, it was . . .’ She took her time, picking her way along the path, lit only by the uplights that the gardeners had artfully placed to highlight the magnificent trees. ‘It was strange and surreal. I need to think about it more to see how it’s left me, but right now? It feels like it’s over, done. I don’t have to fear bumping into him, do I? And that’s huge.’

‘What does that mean, it’s over, done? Weren’t you done a long time ago?’

‘Yes, of course. I don’t know, I guess it was a chance to . . . to say goodbye.’ A lump rose in her throat at this truth.

‘That’s sad.’

‘Is it? A bit, I guess. I think it’s closure and, whether I’ve admitted it to myself or not, a chance for me to let it go – properly put it behind me and start my next chapter.’ Her mouth twitched into a small smile. ‘Yes, my next chapter.’

‘I’m happy for you and I’m proud of you, but you know that, right?’

‘I do.’

As Merrin rounded the bend in the path she saw the French window of her and Miguel’s room and it seemed to be glowing. A fire? Her heart leapt at the prospect. It was only as she picked up pace and got closer that she realised the light came from candles, lots of candles, which were burning brightly. She felt conflicted: irritated that he had gone full Valentine, yet happy that she was not alone, pleased she had someone waiting for her, someone who cared enough to do this. Especially as Digby and his lovely wife and kids were at that very moment enjoying a luxury suite in this hotel.

‘Gotta go, Bells.’

She ended the call and gripped her phone. Guilt edged her thoughts as she pictured the heart-holding rabbit on the front of the crappy card she had left propped up in front of Miguel’s computer on his desk earlier.

Clearly he was looking out for her, as the French doors flew open as she approached. He had showered and looked devastatingly handsome in his jeans and a denim shirt. She always found him most attractive with the curls of his short, dark hair damp against his neck and his beautiful face glowing.

‘Welcome home!’ He ushered her in and helped remove her suit jacket, before pushing her shoulders until she sat in the soft armchair located just inside the door, next to the large plant he had installed. Miguel dropped to his knees and reached for a large fluffy towel in which he wrapped first one foot and then the other, gently wiping her damp, cold feet on the soft fabric. The perfect welcome home for a barefoot enthusiast such as her.