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“Tell him I forgive him. I understand Jonathon did what he thought was best. And tell him I’m sorry for our shit dad. If I was making the choice, I don’t want him dead, I want him to get help, he is grieving the loss of his mother, the crappy childhood he had, and believed I was the golden child. But that is your call, Cahill. He is your man, he betrayed you.”

Cahill looks at me with a shocked expression as I slip into sleep again.

This time I know I will wake up.

When I come round again, I can hear Cahill talking, “Yeah, she doesn’t want him killed. She wants to help him. She is a fucking saint, but I don’t know if I can let him live. Do you think she will forgive me if I kill him?”

“Yes,” I say. He swings around and looks at me with the phone held to his ear.

“Talk soon,” he says before he slips the phone away.

“Doll, I didn’t know you were awake. How are you feeling?”

“As good as I can be.” I smile up at him. “Cahill, I will forgive you too. Just do what you think is best.” Gently he places a straw into my mouth so I can have a little sip of water.

“Can you tell me what happened? I am so confused.”

“What do you remember, doll?”

I tell him everything. My heart jumped out of my chest when I told him someone was injured, but I didn’t know who it was. One thing I had to ask him about was, “I think I remember. Did I hear you say come back to me, Sophie?” I sigh and rest my head. It was a lot to take in and say out loud.

“Yes, I did. You got it all, Sophie. It was one of Marco’s men. I don’t need to fill you in, but what part are you confused about?”

“How did you find me? How did I get here? Has someone told my mam?”

Cahill tells me everything that happened and led to me being here.

Wow, my dad has a name after all these years. I don’t really know how I feel. I blame him for all of this. Jonathon is troubled because our father made a choice and kept us apart instead of trying to get us together. Does my mam know about Jonathon?

“My mam?”

“Your dad is with her. She knows everything, she has called a few times but hasn’t come down because she wants Harry to come too. I’m sorry, but I won't allow him near you, unless you want him to be. I would rather he is dead, if I’m being honest.”

I am my mam’s only child, and I feel she is picking my father over me. Maybe she always did. I am also on a lot of medication and feel emotional.

“I think that’s enough talking. My head and heart hurt. I want to sleep. Will you stay with me?”

“I’m going nowhere doll.”

Cahill leans in and kisses my head. I snuggle up to him as best as I can from this stupid bed with all my injuries.

When I wake up, I’m in a cold sweat from having a nightmare of swinging in that damp basement. I wipe my good hand over my face and see Jones is here reading the paper.

“Where is Cahill? Did something happen?” I know I am panicking, but he said he wouldn’t leave.

“Shh, lass. He had to go have a shower. I wanted to be here when you woke up. I have missed you. You scared the shit out of me, but I should have known what a little fighter you are.” He smiles at me.

“I think I might be going crazy. I hate this room and bed. Do you know when they will let me out?” I thought I might as well ask Jones. I think Cahill would keep me here just to be safe. Silly man.

“I think they are hoping to let you go home soon. But we need to wait for Cahill.”

Jones smirks, as if he knows my tricks.

“Can I ask you something? Do you think I am a horrible person for wishing someone would take Harry Evans out, my dad, and let Jonathon live? I would really love to see Jonathon, after he gets help first though. But I don’t think Cahill will ever let that happen.” I hang my head. It’s more a rhetorical question. I don’t expect him to, but he gives me an answer.

“You aren’t a horrible person, Sophie. I know you are the opposite. You want a man that physically hurt you to live. And the feeling toward the man who is your father is natural. You want and need to blame someone. You aren’t going crazy, yet.” Jones laughs. “Give it a little more time with us and you will be.”

I laugh too. Jones has really cheered me up, he flicks on the TV. I don’t know why, but hospital TV is always crap, but I go with it. The news pops on with the headline across the screen BREAKING NEWS:

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