“Nothing.”
“Nothing? That doesn’t make any sense. The only son of a prominent family gets shot by his mother andnothinggets printed in the newspaper?”
He shrugs. “My father didn’t want her to end up in prison for an accident. He didn’t want it to tarnish our family’s name. He made it…”
“Go away,” I whisper.
He nods.
“So, you live or come back to life, with an abnormally heightened sense of feelings, only to discover that your mother has lost it.”
“Yes.”
“So your father stays with her, in spite of what seems to be a broken marriage, because he wants the money.”
“Yes.”
“And when did he start cheating on her?”
“I’m not sure. He claims it didn’t happen until several years after the accident.”
“You’re pissed off he cheated on her.”
“Yes.”
“But you think she still loves him and it would crush her if he left?”
“Yes.”
“And he gets the best of both worlds—the money and other women. Tell me, what does she get?” Revenge. She gets revenge, but I don’t know how or why… yet.
“She gets peace. Peace of not remembering what she did to me. Peace of knowing her family is still together.”
“This is messed-up.”
Nolan doesn’t respond.
“I did not tell my dad to keep Nellie company for me. He bullied his way to work with me a while back. I introduced them. Your mother—the innocent doe-eyed Nellie? She took an instant liking to him and he to her.”
“That doesn’t make sense. My father said she’s like a child when it comes to intimacy. That’s what drove him to cheat on her.”
“Oh yeah? Well, the British bloke I sadly have to claim as my dad, he’s corrupted that child you call your mother and as much as it disgusts me, she’s enjoyed every bit of it.”
Nolan narrows his eyes. “What? You’re saying—”
“Yes. Please don’t make me go into detail. But… yes.”
I told him Father Christmas does not exist.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
He didn’t see the epilogue of the loo scene like I did. Clearly, he doesn’t understand how lucky he is at this moment.
“Is Oscar at your house right now?”
