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Maggie had taken the time she needed. It had been five days since she was rescued. And while she wasn’t suddenly over what happened, she couldn’t hide her head in the sand anymore.
“What happened with the wedding? Did it go ahead? Did Uncle Willy take the photos?” she asked.
Everyone paused what they were doing. She’d convinced Ian that she was well enough to eat dinner downstairs with them. He was busy plating up their food while Jameson set the table. Jack was sitting next to her, doing something on his laptop.
Jameson hadn’t once gone to work since she’d returned. Well, not that she knew of. She had been quite out of it those first few days.
Ian cleared his throat and walked over with two plates of food. Jameson grabbed the other plates. They put them down on the table.
“No, they postponed the wedding,” Jack told her.
She winced but nodded. “Because of security concerns.”
“And everyone wanted to look for you,” Ian told her.
Great. Now, she felt guilty.
A finger under her chin, Jameson tilted her head up. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“And Uncle Willy? Where . . . where is he?” She tried to suck in a breath, but the air in here had grown thick with tension.
Oh God.
What were they going to tell her?
“This time I need to know,” she said firmly.
“This is my fault,” Jameson said, stepping away and looking distraught.
What was his fault?
“It’s not your fault,” Ian countered. “It’s on all of us.”
Panic filled her and she reached out for something to anchor her. It felt like her body was going to float away.
Jack lifted her onto his lap. “Just tell her. She’s freaking out.”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Jameson told her with sorrow in his eyes. “I failed you.”
“Your uncle had an episode,” Jack finally told her. “He was distraught over you going missing and he grew really angry. He was throwing things and he broke a mirror and then picked up a shard of glass. He sliced his hand. He ran at Jameson and tripped. He fell and hit his head again.”
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Again? So he’s in the hospital?”
“We had to have him sedated and assessed,” Jameson said. “His dementia was in his records. Because you weren’t here, hospital admin contacted the next of kin to see about what they wanted to do.”
“Who?” She breathed out, scared. “Who did they contact?”
Jameson narrowed his gaze. “I believe it was his sister. Your mother?”
“Oh no. Fuck. No, no, no.” She tried to get off Jack’s lap, but he held her still.
“What is it?” Ian asked.
“I have to get my phone. Do you know where it is? Wait . . . I don’t have my phone!”
“We couldn’t find it,” Ian told her. “Whoever took you must have turned it off and dumped it as we couldn’t track it.”
She took in a deep breath, let it out slowly. “Okay . . . I can remember Indie’s number. Can I use someone’s phone? I need to call her in London, but I’ll pay you back.”
