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“A little, but I have people to help, too. I can’t take all the credit.”

I smiled. “I’ll find him another yard, get out of your hair as soon as I’m back in action enough to sort something out.”

She tickled his nose, but her eyes were on mine. “Won’t exactly have to look hard,” she giggled.

I stared at her. “Sorry?”

She looked at me so strangely, as though I’d taken some kind of knock to the head. “Woolhope…” she said. “Surely he’ll be going back to Woolhope? Eventually, I mean, he can stay here as long as you want.”

I took a breath. Prepared myself to say it. “The yard’s been repossessed. Up for sale.” It still pained. “He won’t be going back there.”

She looked confused, properly, seriously confused. And then a smile crept across her face. “You don’t know, do you? Fucking hell, you genuinely don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“It’s a great place, by the way, loads of potential. I see why you wanted it so much, I see why it was your dream.” She sighed, but she was grinning. “Shit, I really shouldn’t say. I really shouldn’t.”

I shook my head. “Sorry? I don’t…” And then it dawned. Of course it did.

But I daren’t even.

“Carl,” I said, and I was already looking around for him. “Are you telling me Carl bought the yard?” And I knew. Of course he did. Of course he bought the yard. “My God… oh my God…”

I was reeling. Part euphoric, part giddy at the thought, part scared, overwhelmed. Angry that he’d done it.

But so grateful I could hardly take a breath.

I wheeled myself back towards the car, my fingers tingling and my heart pounding, but Verity jumped in front of me. “Wait,” she said. “It wasn’t…”

“What?” I said. “Is it mine, or not? I just don’t…” I took a breath. “I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to do…”

“Oh, it’s yours,” she said, and her eyes were bright and happy. “Only it wasn’t Carl who bought it for you. It was Dad.”

Life is so weird.

So good and so bad all at once.

Verity was right about the yard. It was mine. Signed, sealed, and delivered.

“I was going to tell you,” Carl said. “I would have bought it myself, but your father wouldn’t budge on it.” He paused. “I wanted to let him tell you, when you were ready to hear it. Ready to see him.”

“But why? How did he?” I stared, and he met my eyes, just one short glance before he pulled the car onto the main road, and I knew. “How much did you tell him?”

“Enough.”

“I see.” I smiled. “Did you tell him about my cruddy music taste? About my silly rabbit slippers?”

“Oh yes,” he said. “I told him the lot. I told him how you eat your eggs in the morning, how you’ll only watch horror if you can watch kids’ TV straight after, how you insist on leaping three stairs at a time when you’re in a rush in the morning.”

“Not anymore.”

“You will again. You’ve just got to believe it.” He reached out for my hand. “Oh, and I told him how you read the backs of shampoo bottles when you’re about to take a dump.”

“You didn’t!” I could feel my cheeks burning.

“No,” he said. “I didn’t, but it would have been funny.”

“You do know he’s ruined your littleget to know Dadplans,” Rick said from the back seat. “He’s already told him everything. There’ll be nothing left to say.Boring.”

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