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"Inessa told me she thought she was pregnant, and it made me realize that those girls need me to stick around to help them.”

“Aoife can help them too,” I pointed out gently. “I understand you want to be there for them, but you don’t need to be putting too much pressure on yourself, Ma.”

“Aoife asked me for a lot of advice. When you pop out as many children as I have, you learn a few things.” She sighed. “You also learn what not to do. Aoife’s a good mother, but she’s a busy woman. Camille and Inessa would need advice, and don’t get me started on Savannah. If she doesn’t forget her baby in a restaurant sometime, I’d be stunned.”

“Aela did a great job with Shay.”

“She did, and she did it on her own, but they don’t have to do it on their own now, do they? They’ve got me.” She blew out a breath. “I was going to tell you this on Sunday, son, but if you can’t even take the time to come and eat roasted chicken with us, I’d best tell you now.”

“What?” I asked warily, ignoring the side dish of guilt trip.

“I’ve decided to sell the estate and move back to Manhattan.”

“I told you you should do that.”

“Paddy’s staying at Finn’s place, but I don’t think Aoife would appreciate me moving in with him there. I was wondering if you could find me someplace I might like.”

“Sure. I can send you brochures over if you want.”

“Would you come with me to visit them?”

I pulled a face. “Ma, I can try, but I’m going to be tied up for a while with this Sparrows’ BS.”

“Do you think you can eradicate them, son?”

“I do.”

She tutted. “Then I can wait to move. Does eradication involve pain?”

“No. It involves long jail sentences.”

“Or,” Star chimed in for the first time. “If their case falls apart and they think they got away with it, then there will be pain.”

Silence throbbed at the end of the line.

“Is that your fiancée, Conor?”

I rolled my eyes at my ‘fiancée.’ “It is.”

“She can hear us talk?”

“She can.”

“Isn’t it polite to tell people when you’re putting them on speaker?”

“It is, but we’re among family, aren’t we?”

Ma scoffed. “You’re rude. I’m sure I didn’t raise you to be this rude.”

“I think you’ll find you did,” I mocked. “Anyway, Ma, meet Star. Star meet Lena.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Lena,” Star drawled, crossing her eyes at me as she said the words.

“Yes, a pleasure to meet you too, Star. Is that a nickname?”

“No. It’s on my birth certificate.”

“Interesting.”

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