Creighton sat at his desk, a deep frown creasing his brow. He had heard back from his solicitors about the factory in France and was less than pleased. The owner was insisting that it was worth three times the amount he was offering, despite the books saying otherwise. It looked like he would have to go to them to discuss this deal in person, which meant leaving his family for several days to a few weeks. With Brandon starting school next month and Nana and Papa planning a trip to Florida, he knew he couldnโt ask Sandra to go along. She would never leave their children that long and would never allow anyone to take their son to his first day of school. Creighton would not ask her to, even though it would be the first time they had been separated since their marriage, and he wasnโt happy about the idea.He briefly considered asking Giovanni to go in his stead, since they had agreed to work on this project together, but he did not want to take the man away from his daughter again, and
The caterers arrived promptly at five thirty. Sandra and Creighton returned home shortly after the tables were assembled and the food moved out of the vans and into the single covered tent. They had purchased enough school supplies to help all of Brandonโs classmates, as well as enough to replenish a yearโs worth of Graceโs crayons, markers, papers and bubblegum. With their fatherโs insistence, the children managed to pick up a strange kit of caterpillars with the promise that they would turn into butterflies. Sandra was not crazy about having bugs in her house, but couldnโt refuse, after the children practically begged her to allow them to get the kits.โPeter is here,โ Creighton said after they unloaded the car and put everything away. โI just hope Irena will be more receptive to him,โ Sandra added as they once again left the house and headed across the property to his parentsโ home. โShe hasnโt been in a very good mood the past couple of days.โโI havenโt had the privilege of see
Twilight had fallen by the time the family was finished eating, allowing the caterers to clean up. Creighton paid each member in turn as they cleared away the food and assembled the leftovers in the fridge. Emma insisted that Irena and Peter take it back to the flat with them so they would not have to fend for themselves for a few days, then the evening games began. The children played an old game Sandra and Cathy taught them called Statue Maker, while three full rounds of Red Rover sang out across the setting sun. Giovanni laid a warm hand on top of Sabrinaโs, knowing she was starting to doubt telling her family about the baby. With a deep sigh, Creighton cleared his throat, bringing the attention of the adults to stare at him.โSister Carmella Catherine,โ he began, addressing the nun who was sitting comfortably in the chair, a third glass of wine in her hands. โFrom all of us, we would like to thank you once again for your dedication in helping Irena. I think I speak for the whole
โShe needs motivation to encourage her to start doing more, but nothing Iโve said makes a difference,โ Sister Carmella Catherine told Creighton and Sandra as they walked her to her car later that evening. โThen maybe the family can help,โ Sandra said, handing the womanโs suitcase to her husband who placed it in the trunk.โSheโs a much stronger woman than sheโs pretending to be. If she would channel that anger into her recovery, sheโd be hopping down those stairs.โโLetโs just hope she can find her gumption once sheโs back with Peter and forced to fend for herself. Sheโs going to be alone all day without help, so if she wants to eat or go to the toilet, sheโll have to do it on her own.โโShe will never admit it to anyone,โ the nun said, glancing across her shoulder to the woman as Peter helped her back into the house. โIโve heard her up at night using the loo, and Iโve seen drink glasses on her dresser that wasnโt there when she went to bed. Iโm a light sleeper, and I know it hasnโt
โWeโll make the announcement as soon as we have a date set and start on the plans,โ Andrew told her as they lay embraced in each otherโs arms a short time later. โWere you wanting the big white wedding?โโI donโt want anything large, but it would be nice to have the families there,โ she told him, holding her hand up to admire the ring.โDo you want me to arrange the church in Northallerton, or ours here in London?โโYour family has all been married in Northallerton.โโWe arenโt our families,โ he assured her. โWhere do you want to get married?โโIโve always wanted the church wedding with flowers and an organist. I donโt think I want the extended family there, like Creighton did for Sandra, but I do have a few cousins Iโd like to invite.โโDo you have a dream date youโve always thought about?โโIโd love a winter wedding with a fur trimmed gown and red roses. Something Christmassy.โโWill you have enough time to plan one by the end of the year?โ Andrew asked, taking her hand and kissing
The doorbell rang, bringing Peterโs eyes up off the newspaper he had been reading. They arrived back at the flat midmorning, having flown back to London by use of Creightonโs helicopter. They went to the hospital for her first therapy session, then returned and ate the meal his mother had prepared for them, before Irena told him she needed a nap. Choosing to take the guest bedroom over climbing stairs, she laid down on the bed and quickly fell asleep. Peter had worked diligently over the past two weeks, and with Creightonโs insistence he hired movers, as well as the assistance of his own siblings, he managed to move their belongings in and unpack before going to Yorks on Sunday. All Irena had to worry about was finding where he had put everything.โHey,โ the younger man said, opening the door to find Creighton, Sandra and their children in the hallway.โWe thought weโd bring you a housewarming gift,โ Sandra told him, walking in as he held the door open.โYouโre always welcome, but Ir
โI keep forgetting,โ Irena said with a soft frown. โBesides getting fat, I donโt have any of the usual symptoms of pregnancy. I havenโt thrown up once.โโThank your lucky stars for that,โ Sandra told her as she stuffed the last bite of bread into her mouth.โJust remember Twitter-bug, you said you wanted to keep busy,โ Creighton teased using the nickname he had given her as a child. โWeโre just helping you start your practice.โโAnd Creighton wants at least five children, so youโll have more coming your way from us.โโAt least Iโll be able to pay the mortgage,โ Irena said with a grin.โWe have a present for you,โ Grace told her aunt, coming to stand next to her as she pushed the walker back and forth. โMummy has it in her plus.โโHer purse,โ Creighton chuckled, taking his daughterโs arm and pulling her away from the metal device.Sandra removed a box from her oversized purse and handed it to Grace who promptly gave it to her aunt. Irena stared at it with a suspicious frown, her finger
The afternoon was filled with one surprise after another. They went to St Lukeโs Gardens where they found a park bench close to the childrenโs playground. The adults watched while Grace and Brandon played, then encouraged the men into participating in a game of Frisbee. Irena laughed and cheered while Creighton and Grace formed a team against Peter and Brandon. Sandra laughed as the bright orange disc flew over her husbandโs head, then cheered when Grace sent it skimming across the grass and into the small pond. โIโm so glad you decided to come with us,โ Sandra told her sister-in-law, handing her a glass of her husbandโs organic orange juice. โGrace has missed you.โโSheโs seen me nearly every day,โ Irena told her with an amused grin. โBut it hasnโt been like this. Youโve beenโฆmoody, and the kids havenโt missed it.โIrena was silent for several long moments as she watched the others playing and Sandra feared she may have overstepped the line between comfort and retaliation.โDo you
Sandra hung up the phone with a slam, then glanced to her grandparents who were sitting at the kitchen table. She was starting to get angry with all the rejections and dead-end avenues. She called Davies and told him she wanted him to get the plane ready to go to France, only to be told the police had restricted his flying. They were concerned that whomever it was that had killed her husband would try and sabotage the jet.She was getting frustrated and felt like she was being held back. If she didnโt know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the policeโs concern, but she had more men around her then they had at Fort Knox, and she would be willing to take all of them with her if she needed to.โI canโt leave the house, I canโt go to France, I canโt even gather eggs,โ she grumbled as she joined the older couple. โWhat am I supposed to do? I canโt sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.โโHoney, youโre going
The room was warm as the setting sun shone through the blinds. Two detectives sat on the sofa, watching as the man continued to pace the floor. Trying to keep him calm was growing increasingly harder with each hour.Creighton could only assume the horror his family was going through, not to mention Sandra. They had been having difficulties, but this made all of that seem trivial. He had to call her, he had to contact her somehow and let her know he was alive, but the police were refusing to allow him the chance. They had to keep him concealed for the time being, though it was steadily becoming impossible. The man was acting like a caged animal, anxiously trying to find a means of escape.โHow much longer do we have to sit here?โ he growled, looking to those gathered around.โWe need you to remain patient for a little longer,โ a bald-headed man told him. โMonsieur Ashford, we understand what youโre going throughโฆโโLike hell you do,โ Creighton snapped. โI have a pregnant wife at home w
โI know sheโll be happy when itโs over,โ Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears sheโd been wiping away. โShe canโt let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.โโIโm sure they are going stir crazy,โ Cathy said with a frown. โEspecially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.โโThe only good thing is the weather,โ William told them. โItโs been really wet, and she doesnโt like getting her dresses dirty.โโSounds like her aunt,โ Andrew said with a soft chuckle.โMaybe we should take this meeting over to my sisterโs,โ Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.โLet me call Derek and Kristin,โ William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. โThey wanted to know what you found out.โโJust have them meet us at Sandraโs,โ Andrew told him. โWe can discuss this all there.โโI thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,โ Cathy said, looking at Emma who was wrapping
Parker and Harvey held off the reporters for as long as they could alone, then eventually had to call NHTโs security. Within a few short hours, there were enough burly looking men to scare off anyone trying to get near the house. Sandra kept her children inside, though it really wasnโt difficult. The rain had eased by supper, but just like the past several days, it picked up again this morning.Max growled as he laid of the entry. The noise of cameras clicking, and the soft hum of voices mingled among the breezes of the day. She had tried to watch television, but every station was reporting on the accident. Eventually, she had no choice but to surrender and put on Graceโs favorite princess movie. At least it kept them from listening to those who insisted that there was no hope in finding any answers this soon.Sandra drew a deep breath as she wiped the moisture from her forehead. She had decided to keep herself busy and baked two apple pies, along with nearly a hundred sugar cookies.
โNo, itโs about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You canโt stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now Iโm watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.โโStop comparing me to Sandra!โ Cathy screamed. โItโs not my fault sheโs perfect. Sheโs always been everyoneโs favorite. I canโt tell you how many boyfriends Iโve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didnโt want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when Iโm a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parentsโ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
โMaybe Michelle heard from him,โ the boy said hopefully.โI havenโt spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.โThe two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.โCome on, son,โ she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. โLetโs see if we can get some sleep.โโMum, can I come sleep with you?โ Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.โYou can sleep on your daddyโs side,โ she told him. โJust donโt tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.โBrandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornadoโs fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandraโs nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathyโs surgery, though he wouldnโt go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldnโt remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasnโt Creighton. She couldnโt even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasnโt the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didnโt mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garconโs assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?โDid you hear what we said?โ Papa asked her.โItโs impossible,โ she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadnโt understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.โSweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,โ Sandra told the little girl. โPut that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. Weโll make lunch when youโve finished.