“I know they would be happy to have you.”
“Mhm. When are you returning to rehab?”
Grant sighed laboriously, and an obscenity or two slipped out before he answered. “I don’t know. Dad hasn’t said.”
“How was it?”
“How was rehab?”
“Yes?”
“It was lonely, Kiyah. It was fucking lonely. Don’t get me wrong—everyone made an effort to call, visit, and send care packages, with the exception of one, but it wasn’t enough. It made me grateful for our overbearing, always-in-your-business family.”
I ignored the subtle dig.
“And your sobriety?”
He shrugged in the darkness. “It’s going. I won’t lie. For a split second, I thought about drinking when I heard about the girls, but that quickly went away when I thought about what I had to lose.”
“I’m sure you’ll do whatever you can to gain control of the firm again.”
He shook his head. “The firm is the last thing on my mind. I don’t want to let my family down again. I don’t want to letyoudown again. I—”
“Grant, you need to get over; the exit is coming up.”
“Shit,” he muttered, changing lanes. I used the distraction to check my phone. I felt sick to my stomach when I found a text from Todd. It was a picture of a red-faced and runny-nosed Pete.
Todd:Pistol Pete misses you dearly. I hope you’ll rescind your resignation.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Kiyah
When I entered the Intensive Care Unit waiting room, I was surprised to find only Dad, Uncle Ant, and Ronan. It was Uncle Ant who noticed my presence first.
“Glad you made it, Kiyah,” he greeted, standing to hug me.
“I came as fast as I could. Where are the others?” I asked, leaving him to embrace my father, who looked like death warmed over.
“Casey and Kieran had to get some rest for work, and your mother is halfway through a ten-hour flight.”
“You should probably get some rest yourself.”
“Nah, I’ll be here until your mother arrives.”
“You’re so stubborn, Dad,” I said, pulling him in for another hug. He chuckled and squeezed me tightly.
“Look who’s talking,” he joked. “How long do we have you for?”
I pulled away from him and dapped Ronan up before answering.
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
“You’re not returning to work for Mr. Branson?”
I shook my head.
“No, I don’t think being a nanny is the right move for me.”
