Chapter 31
thirty-one
JOSEPHINE
“I will fucking ruin his life,” her husband said quietly as he leaned against one of their wraparound balustrades, watching the sun set.
Usually, Josephine would have scolded Thomas’ aggressive threats.
Not today.
Her eyes were raw from crying. Ever since Gray had called her from the airport, she’d been paralyzed.
Parents didn’t want their children to suffer, and their daughter was suffering.
Jo tried to talk her into coming back to Scotland, but she insisted she had to get back to school and decide how to tell her friends about the baby. Not about the child Ciar already had—that sonofabitch—but her own.
She didn’t push on what Gray meant to do now. It was too raw and too soon.
Gray wasn’t alone. She would never be alone, and together, as a family, they would figure it out.
“He named his daughter Imogen. Why, Thomas? Why call her by our daughter’s middle name? I can’t make sense of it.”
Thomas left his silent vigil of counting the stars that had begun to fill the sky to pull her into his arms. “He’ll regret his life choices, never fear, Jo, but for now, we have to help our girl.
“I spoke with Bran and Patrick.” Thomas’ rumbling voice at the top of her head made her feel safe, less panicked.
“The O’Faolains still have a seat on Trinity’s board as one of their largest donors.
If Gray can get through the end of the year, they think they can get her a special dispensation for her final months to be online. I want her to move home.”
Jo sniffed back tears. “I want her home, too, but she’s as stubborn as her father.”
“She’ll come.”