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Right.
“This is the kitchen,” I said, gesturing around. “That is the living area.”
“Nice. Chic. Unexpected,” she said. “But it’s pretty monochrome.”
“Earth tones like his eyes. I like it.”
“You would. Your apartment is pretty bland.”
“Will you help me snazzy up his place?” I asked.
“I could help.”
“Thanks. I don’t want to disappoint him.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Hey, Mrs. Walsh.” Tommy approached us from the hallway, finger combing his loose hair. His glossy black locks were nearly as long as his father’s. “Nice to have you here. Pop got an important phone call. He wants me to show you the music room.”
“I’ll walk with you.” I followed Tommy and my sister. I was curious about the music room and found it worth the wait.
“Holy shit,” Rachel said upon entering. “This is nice.”
“Wow.” My eyes rounded as I took it all in.
Here was where all the color went. It was on the butterfly prints on the walls, and within a sound room behind clear glass on the other end of the room. Guitars, both electric and acoustic, were on stands inside it. So was Barry’s kit with the bass drum that still sported the ABCR logo. There was also a Korg keyboard.
On the side of the room where we were standing was a daybed that looked more like a couch with a bunch of pillows in blue and green that matched the butterfly prints, and a chocolate-brown leather chair like the one in Barry’s bedroom.
“There are extra blankets here if you need them.” Tommy tapped on the oversized trunk that functioned as a coffee table. “There’s a bathroom down the hall that should have everything you need.”
“Thanks, Tommy.” Rachel nodded. “I’ll be okay. Thanks for letting me crash here.”
“Stay as long as you like.” He lifted his hand. “Good night and all.”
“Night,” I murmured, and Rachel echoed me.
I gave her a hug. “See you in the morning. Love you.”
“Love you too.” She moved toward the bed but had her eye on the studio.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if she grabbed one of those shiny guitars and played a while before going to bed. Us being here might achieve more than just our safety if she embraced music again.
I closed the door and headed down the hall.
Tommy’s door was closed. The hall bathroom was open, and so was Barry’s bedroom. I heard his voice. He was talking on the phone.
I knocked before entering. Going to the ottoman, I removed my boots and socks and placed them underneath it.
“Right,” Barry said into the phone that was at his ear. “I knew you’d choose to act reasonably. No reason to drag this all into court.” He ended the call and tossed his phone on the nightstand.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Winston Skellin.”
Holy shit.My eyes widened. “What’s going on?”
“You’re going to meet your daughter.”
