Chapter 44 Amber
I stayed away until I received my college offers, then I left with the letter Mom wrote for my aunt, and the name and address for my dad, and I came here.
The only stipulation Mom had for my search for my dad was that I had to stay away from Dad’s ol’lady.
Apparently, she was crazy. I didn’t see that yesterday at the funeral.
She just looked like a sad old lady. I don’t know why Dad chose to stay with her when he could’ve had Mom and me.
My half-sister seemed pretty cool, but not ol’lady material.
She and Blaze didn’t look right together.
Actually, she didn’t look right with any of the guys on the bikes.
She was too straight-laced, and no fun at all.
I looked at the house in front of me again.
It was at the front of a huge block of land, with massive sheds dotted around a stately home.
This was the closest I’d come in all the visits I’d made.
I was kinda hoping I’d meet Aunt Maisey and Uncle Tinker at the funeral, but they didn’t attend.
I had to do this the hard way. I took another deep breath, took a step, another, and then turned around.
I’ll do this another day. This was too scary.
I started walking back to Mom’s old car.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” a voice boomed out. A big, middle-aged man bristling with animosity came barreling out of the house.
“For two months, you’ve been stalking my house and my wife! What the fuck do you want?” he bellowed as he grabbed my arm with his huge hands. I squeaked and shoved Mom’s letter at him like it was a shield. He grabbed it and glared at it grumpily.
“Maisey!” he roared. “What did this say?” He held the letter out, glaring angrily at me.
I swear it was my mother who ran out of the house to grab the letter. She was absolutely identical. It was like I’d seen a ghost. I made a sound and sank to my knees.
“Stop your nonsense. I’m barely touching you,” he barked at me while she scanned the letter. I noticed her hand going to her mouth.
“Tinker.” The lady grabbed his arm urgently. “Tinker, she’s Lacey’s daughter!”
He looked at her, then back down to me. “You’re Lacey’s daughter?”
I nodded frantically. I felt myself being pulled up into his arms, crushed against his chest.
“I have a niece,” he yelled for the world to hear.
I felt someone pressed against my back as my aunt joined the hug.
“Welcome home, dear, we’ve missed so much,” she murmured against my hair. “You’ll have to tell us everything. How is my sister? And why didn’t she come with you?”