Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
ASHER
I had no idea how people did this without any support. I was absolutely wiped, a bone-deep kind of tired that came from both exhaustion and grief. And the real kicker was, I felt that way despite having help.
Thankfully, Nat was still by my side, being the steadfast rock I desperately needed right now. And Rory and Nash had stopped by a few times to check on how things were going.
During every encounter, Nat, Nash, and I had sat back, watching Rory expertly entertain two children, while at the same time tidy the house, do multiple loads of laundry, and make dinner. The woman was a wonder.
“Just a well-experienced mom,” she’d corrected when I had vocalized my awe.
Now, I sat in Cole Donovan’s office across the conference table from Aubrey’s in-laws. Former in-laws. God, it was still hard to think of her being gone. Most of the time, it felt like she was playing some sick joke on me like she loved to do—see how far she could push me to my breaking point before jumping out of a closet and yelling, “ Gotcha !”
But nope. She was really gone. I was really in charge of my niece and nephew. And my brother-in-law’s truly awful parents were really seated across from me, awaiting the reading of Aubrey’s and Nathan’s wills.
Aubrey had never had much good to say about the Haywards. Even having only been in their presence for a short while, I could see why. They were pretentious, snooty, and arrogant. It was clear they didn’t think much of Havenbrook—or the people who resided there.
I recalled Aubrey complaining about the disdain they’d shown Nathan when he’d said he would be moving there instead of back home to Connecticut when he graduated college. I’d only met them a couple of times in all the years my sister and brother-in-law had been together, and I hadn’t truly gotten a full dose of their eccentricities during those brief visits. But fuck, was I getting them now.
“How much longer?” Mrs. Hayward asked, her mouth pinched and nose pointed in the air as she clutched her designer purse in her lap. Her arms were tucked to her sides, her hands white-knuckling her purse handles in what appeared to be an effort to make herself as small as possible. As if she were afraid to touch anything in the pristine office.
“Yes, we really need to get a move on,” Mr. Hayward said, his tone speaking of someone who didn’t get told no very often. Or ever. “We have several interviews lined up for a nanny, and we’ll need to get the kids packed, so I’d appreciate it if we could get this finished up. Then we’ll swing by to pick up June and Owen.”
My stomach clenched right along with my jaw. While I didn’t pretend to have all the answers or know what was right when it came to kids—and didn’t particularly relish the thought of my life being turned upside down—I couldn’t stand to think about June and Owen being swept off to Connecticut. Rarely, if ever, to be seen or heard from again. Couldn’t stand the thought of my last remaining family being gone.
I just didn’t know what the alternative was.
I was a musician in my twenties who did okay for myself but certainly didn’t have a huge nest egg built. I’d been on the verge of my big break—I’d had a meeting with a label scheduled the day after I’d arrived in Havenbrook—but who knew what the hell was going on with that since I’d had to cancel. My manager had sent her condolences, along with flowers, and told me to take some time.
Trouble was, I wasn’t sure time would give me the answers I needed.
While the Haywards were the biggest pricks this side of the Mississippi, I couldn’t deny that they were the smartest choice. The one that made the most sense. They were in their midfifties and well-off, affluent, country-club kind of people. The kind who’d have a nanny named Muffy and a personal chef at their disposal. The kind who could erect a carnival in their backyard just for a fifth birthday party. The kind who?—
Cole cleared his throat, gathering some papers and stacking them on the table with two sharp taps. “Yes, I’m sure you’re very busy,” he said, and I couldn’t be sure if I actually heard a note of dryness or if it was just wishful thinking. “But I have good news for you, Mr. and Mrs. Hayward. You won’t need to worry about rushin’ to do everything, and you can cancel your nanny interviews.”
“Excuse me?” Mrs. Hayward’s tone cut through the air like a knife.
“You won’t need to worry about it,” Cole reiterated, “as Asher has been named guardian in the wills.”
Mrs. Hayward gasped while her husband slammed his hand down on the table before diving immediately into an angry diatribe. Their shocked ranting blended into massive chaos that ended up just being garbled noises alongside the whoosh whoosh whoosh in my ears.
I was hallucinating. Or this was all a dream. Or…had Nat spiked my coffee this morning?
“I’m sorry,” I managed with a shake of my head. “I thought you said I was named guardian…”
Cole nodded once. “I did.”
Guardian. Of two little kids. Two little kids I was apparently now responsible for.
Cole cleared his throat loudly, and the Haywards finally settled into quiet fuming. I couldn’t wrap my head around what this meant, but it was clear they had and were not at all happy about it.
The pair hadn’t managed more than a yearly visit since their grandkids were born. Why the sudden desire to rip them from everything they knew? Especially now, when they’d already had the two most important people in their lives torn from them.
“While Asher was named in both wills, we also have this…” Cole pressed a few buttons on his laptop before turning the screen toward me and the Haywards.
On the laptop, a shaky, vertical video, obviously recorded on a phone, played. The picture quality was dark and fuzzy, but there was no mistaking it was me on the screen. I reclined in a bed, the cookie-cutter furnishings and bland wall hangings obviously the mark of a hotel room.
“Okay, one more.” Aubrey’s voice sounded in the too-small conference room, and I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t been prepared to hear her voice just yet. Didn’t know how it had gone from something that had once settled me to something that tore through my insides as sharp as a blade, but I was blinking back tears all the same.
Past Me groaned on screen, rolling my head to face the camera. “Seriously, Aubrey? No more questions. Why won’t you just go to sleep? Is this to get back at me from when I was eight and wouldn’t leave you alone?”
She laughed. “I’m not that mean.”
“Right now, I’d beg to differ. We’ve got five showings lined up tomorrow, and the first one is comin’ in just a few hours.”
I vaguely recalled this now. It was when I’d first moved to Nashville five years ago, when Aubrey had been about four months pregnant. She’d insisted on tagging along to help me apartment hunt, and she’d taken this video on our first night there.
After our earlier showings in the day, we’d gone out and bounced from one open mic night to the next as she’d dragged me all around the city, forcing me to sing again and again.
We’d stumbled back to our hotel room well after midnight, and our first showing the following day had been scheduled for bright and early at eight a.m.
“C’mon, last one. I promise.”
“Fine,” Past Me said. “But this is it. I mean it.”
“Then I better make it a good one.”
“Can’t wait to hear this…” Past Me said through a yawn.
“Will you take the baby?”
There was a moment of stunned silence before Past Me barked out a shocked, “ What ?” My voice pure, stark terror. “What’s wrong? What aren’t you tellin’ me?”
I now recalled exactly how scared I’d been then—it’d been about six months after my dad had passed away from a stroke, a year and a half since my momma had lost her battle with cancer. Thinking I was going to lose my sister, too, had filled me with a dread I’d never known.
She laughed, and the sound, even diluted as it was through the recording, settled over me like a blanket, soothing me in a way I hadn’t realized I’d needed. “Relax. I’m just sayin’. If anything happens…like, ever, at any point—not that it will, but if it does—will you take the baby? It’s just you and me now, Asher. And Nathan’s parents…well…”
Past Me stared just beyond the lens, to where Aubrey would’ve been sitting. “Holy shit, you’re actually serious. This is what you’ve kept me up for? Your crazy what-if scenarios?”
She laughed and tossed a pillow at me, which I batted away without missing a beat. “If you’d just answer already, I’ll shut up.”
Past Me groaned and scrubbed my hands over my face. “Fine. Yes, I agree. Now go to sleep, you weirdo.”
“Love you, too,” she said through laughter before the screen went black.
Cole closed the laptop and cleared his throat, folding his hands on top of the conference room table. “There’ll be a hearing, of course, but in the meantime, they’ll be stayin’ with Asher. As long as he’s okay with that.”
Three sets of eyes swiveled to me, and I swallowed down my apprehension. What the hell did I know about taking care of two kids? Nothing.
Okay, so maybe one percent above nothing, but that had been hard earned in the past five days, and it was mostly thanks to the help I’d gotten from others. The Havens, Nash, Nat… But who knew how long she’d stay.
And while the Havens were as much a part of this town as the very streets that ran through it, I couldn’t expect them to drop everything just to help show me the way.
But it didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter that my life was about to be flipped upside down, irrevocably changed. It didn’t matter that I had no idea what I was doing. It didn’t matter that, eventually, I’d have to figure this out all on my own.
All that mattered was making good on my promise to my sister—one I hadn’t even remembered making, no doubt thanks to a haze of exhaustion and excitement—and taking care of June and Owen since she was no longer able to. Those two kids were the only family I had left, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure they were as happy as possible after devastation.