When I finally explained to the guys, they were more than supportive of canceling the rest of the tour. I called our label and made all the necessary arrangements to get me back home while making sure everyone else was taken care of.
Getting to my sister’s house became my number priority. Strung together with nerves as I traveled, I worried something would happen while I was on my way.
I was relieved to find that nothing had.
No signs of Thomas hanging around either.
What did Thomas coming here and asking about the kids mean?
How did he find her?
Violet had bought that house a few years ago. It was easy to find people these days, but it still took some effort. Something about it just seemed off.
Why now?
What changed?
“Uncle Damien!” Maylee shouted as I came through the door.
Thatwas something I would never get tired of.
She wrapped her arms around my legs as Grant followed closely on her heels. “Did you bring us anything?”
I laughed. “Just because I go somewhere doesn’t mean you get a souvenir each time.”
Grant shrugged it off and went back toward the living room.
I picked up May and gave her a big squeeze. “Where’s your mom?”
“In her room. Jodie says we need to let her sleep, so she gets better.”
“Jodie is right.” I set her down and heeled off my shoes. “I have to ask Jodie a few questions, then I’ll come and play, okay?”
“Yay!”
Such a simple thing to make that little girl smile.
My heart broke at the thought of those two losing their mother.
It couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t happen.
I was in complete denial.
I found Jodie as she came out of my sister’s room. “How is she?”
“Let’s go sit at the table. Want any coffee? I just brewed a fresh pot.”
“Yeah, sure.”
I made my cup, not paying much attention and almost overfilling it.
“Well,” Jodie started. “It’s not great. But it’s not terrible. Not yet, anyway.”
“On the phone, Violet said…”
Jodie smiled. “Yeah, I know. She faces all this uncertainty and is just preparing for the worst. She may have exaggerated a bit, but it was with the best intentions.”
I slumped into my chair, the rush of relief making me a little dizzy. “So, she isn’t on death’s doorstep.”
