Unseen Messages(176)

Pippa turned first.

Of course, it was only right.

Family was family. No matter how much time had passed.

But the way she beamed and burst into thankful tears tore out my heart and smashed it into the untouched shortbread.

“Nana!” Her chair went flying, sending Coco into a squeal of fright. Estelle turned at the same time I did, just as Pippa soared into the arms of a frail grey-haired woman with dangling pink earrings.

Her bony arms came around my child, holding her close to a scratchy woollen suit and well-worn handbag. “Pippa! Oh! I’m so glad you’re okay.”

I should look away as Pippa was graced with a thousand kisses, dotted haphazardly on her forehead. I should be happy that she had one surviving family member.

But I wasn’t.

Because I knew the truth.

This was the last time I would be able to call her mine.

“Ah, Mrs. Evermore. Now that you’ve arrived, let’s begin.” The man motioned for her to take a seat.

However, she didn’t. She remained standing with her arms around my daughter and glowered at Estelle and me. “Where is Conner?”

The interrogation had begun.

She’d not only ripped out my heart by claiming Pippa, but stomped on it, too.

When no one answered, the old woman took a couple of steps forward, dragging Pippa in her spindly embrace. “I asked...where is Conner?”

The first question...the one I’d been dreading.

Her rage increased.

Pippa cried into her nana’s suit, unable to utter the words. She hadn’t spoken them yet. She hadn’t verbally admitted that Conner was dead. Whenever she spoke of him, she used words that were ambiguous. Deliberately ignoring the truth.

That he had gone.

That it wasn’t a lie.

That he’d left her. Me. All of us.

“Answer Mrs. Evermore’s question, if you would, Mr. Oak.”

My attention snapped to the man running his fingers pompously on his clipboard. My instincts kicked in, sniffing for his hidden agenda. Because he had a hidden motive; I just didn’t know what it was.

Estelle wiped away tears and answered for me. “He’s dead, Mrs. Evermore.” Her chin tilted with courage. “He died of stonefish poisoning. There was nothing we could do.”

“Is that the truth?” the officer demanded.

Mrs. Evermore turned puce. “You’re telling me my grandbaby is dead? My son and daughter-in-law? All dead?”

Pippa cried harder, burying her face in her nana’s protection.

Come here, Pippi. I’ll protect you.

Not that crone.

“What do you mean is that the truth?” Estelle balled her hands. “Of course, it’s the truth. What are you implying?”

Coco sniffled and wriggled but didn’t make a peep, her eyes wide with fear.

“I’m implying, Ms. Evermore, that perhaps Mr. Oak had something to do with his passing.”

“What?!” I lurched to my feet. My chair screeched along the porcelain tiles.

The man and woman (who I still didn’t know their names) looked worriedly at one another. “I’m just saying...with your history.”

“My history?”

“Yes, you can’t expect us not to ask that question. After all, no one was there to attest your innocence.”

“My innocence?” I punched myself in the chest. My heart resembled a fire-breathing creature. “I have nothing to attest. It’s the goddamn truth.”

How had a homecoming become so twisted and wrong?

My head swam with weakness, my immune system draining far too fast thanks to life-sucking vampires.

Estelle stood, keeping a calming hand on Coco’s head. “You’re incorrect. There were people there to confirm his innocence. Us! I know why you’re targeting Galloway and you couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve never seen someone so broken over another’s death. He loved that boy. We all did. We would never hurt him. We would’ve died in his place if we could.”

I breathed hard as Estelle held out her hand for me.

Every desire wanted to latch onto her, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t use her as my safe place, not when I’d done this.

I’d caused these suspicions.

My past had superseded me.

She shouldn’t have to pay for that.

Everyone stood in a rage-filled standoff until Pippa untangled herself from her grandmother and stood alone in the sea of tiles, looking younger, sadder, older than I’d ever seen. “It’s the truth. Conner stood on one a couple of years ago and Stel and G saved him. They looked after us. We would never have survived without them.”

She bowed her head. “My brother...he...he...” She smashed fists into her eyes, forcing herself to continue. “He loved them as much as I do. Don’t spread lies when you don’t know what happened.”

Her grandmother gathered her in a hug, her face softening with shared grief. Her eyes met mine. “I’m sorry. To both of you.”

Estelle nodded curtly. “I understand.”

“I appreciate you looking after my son’s children.”

“I would do it again in a heartbeat.” Estelle looked at Pippa. “I love her like I love my own daughter. She’ll always have a place with us.”