Chapters (47)
- Cover
- From This Moment
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- A Promise Of Home
- Lani’s Books
- About the Author
“I’m not, it just kind of happened.”
“I don’t know if I can open myself up again,” Charlie said. “I don’t know if I’m capable.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean, but maybe we could try with just us two, and hopefully bring in Ava when she’s ready. Plus, there’s Dad who has always loved us.”
“He should have stood up for us though, Dylan. Taken our sides instead of sitting on the fence.”
“I know it, and I think he does too now.”
“Is he really going to be okay?”
“I spoke to the doctors and they said he’d make a full recovery, it will just take time.”
They were silent for a while.
“It was hard when you left, Dylan, Ava and I were lost for a while. She would go to your room and lie on your bed because she said it made her feel closer to you.”
Christ. The image of his little sister lying there wishing he was home hurt; more than that, it made him realize how selfish he was.
“It was like one day you were there and the next gone forever. You were our leader, Dylan, and without you the wheels well and truly fell off.”
“God, I was so angry, Charlie. All I could think about was getting away from here and Mom. Getting away from everyone and everything. I didn’t want to be a Howard from Ryker Falls anymore.”
“I know, and Ava knew too, it was just hard because we had no contact with you because Mom wouldn’t give us any information on how to reach you.”
“Bitch!” The word exploded from Dylan. “God, I’m sorry, Charlie. You and Ava deserved better from your big brother.”
Dylan had gone and not looked back. He’d been an angry, confused young man, uncaring of those he’d left behind. Sure, he’d missed his sisters, but told himself they’d be fine without him.
“I can keep saying sorry, but I guess now what we need is action. So how about you and I at least try to be friends, and then maybe the sibling thing will come?”
“I guess, but it’s hard to even think of letting anyone inside when you’ve kept yourself isolated for so long.”
“You and Ava didn’t keep in touch either?”
Charlie shook her head but didn’t elaborate, so Dylan didn’t push.
“Tell me what’s happened, Charlie. I really do want to help you if I can.”
She looked out the window across the water to the strip of island that had always been inhabited by what the locals had called the hippy community.
“I just received a phone call from my boss at the bank. They fired me.”
“Why?”