Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 50

 

Michael

It’s an ordinary house, as average as they come; one small property in a block of near-identical brick-built terraces. The paint is fresh, but not too fresh. And the door, fronting directly to the road, looks well-used. But the windows are clean; no litter fouls the frontage…

And there is a light on inside…

Charlotte sits in the car, inert. Her face is a pale sheen and, as I take her fingers in mine, her hand is cold.

I lift the fingers, press them to my lips. “This is it, then.”

She nods but doesn’t move. “Suppose she doesn’t want to see me?” She’s gasping for air…

Panic attack?

“… She abandoned me all those years ago. Suppose she just didn’t want me?”

“Why would she not want you?”

“Because I’m his.”

James speaks. “There are plenty of mothers whose children have unworthy fathers, but they still love them.”

“You don’t have to do this, Charlotte,” I say, “but if you don’t, you’ll never be happy. Whatever happens, good or bad, at least you’ll know. Your life can move on.”

A figure moves past the window. Partially silhouetted against the light inside, nonetheless, there is the impression of a pale face, a red tint to the hair.

Charlotte straightens up, muttering. “Right… I’m okay. Let’s do this.” Without looking back, she steps out of the car and crosses the road.

I wind the window down. “Got any tissues in the car?” murmurs James.

“Course I have.”

*****

 

Charlotte

I stand in front of the door, suddenly timid again. My heart pounds so hard there’re touches of black at the edge of my vision.

Chill out…

Calm down…

*Deep breath*

*Roll neck and shoulders*

My chest loosens and my breath flows a little more easily.

Good to go…

My finger hovers over the brass-button bell, then presses. A Bing-Bong echoes from somewhere beyond.

there is a hollow rumble of movement, the bang of a door, the rattle of the

The door opens.

She’s there.

and tired. Lines radiate from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth is down-turned at the corners. Silver threads through amber

can't. Sucking for

down me. Reaching out, she touches my face, her eyes widening, her mouth

at me, throwing her arms

and crying and so am I. And she holds me tight, then stands back to look at me, then

*****

 

James

dash and pulls out a box of tissues, then a rucksack, slinging it over his shoulder. “Why d’you

“Beats me.”

creasing, Michael is holding in a smile, the tissue box cradled in

want ‘em

tears, babbling incoherently at each other. Up and down

Jade…

My Jade…

Finally finding your dreams…

my way, swiping the back of her hand under her nose and Michael waves the tissues at her. She nods

Green…

So familiar…

follow him, then return

Mom…” Charlotte whispers

come inside.” She motions across to

hand offered. “James Alexanders. I’m a family friend. And I am delighted to meet

*****

everywhere. The same tired furniture. The same dismal wallpaper.

my throat kicking and punching as it goes. But I drink the dreadful brew anyway. To my side, Michael looks down

Get it over with…

“Would you

smile of his, holding up his rucksack. “I have something better. “Champagne. Thought I’d keep it

albeit eyes shining red and still

leans, kisses her cheek. “Congratulations. I’m so

Mitch’s eyes follow him…

a

But a son-in-law…

was

Meeting my new son…

And it was Michael…

champagne into disposal plastic flutes, handing them around, then sits back, an ankle resting up on one knee.

Tall…

Handsome…

Devastatingly charming…

be pretty pleased about

my glass.

follow suit.

and Mitch… may I call you Mitch?” She nods, blinking. “Mitch, Michael and I both know how much this means to Char… to Jenny. She’s been searching for you

a hint

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