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He was the only one in my family who truly understood me and I talked to him every other day Yet since Michael’s appearance in Hartwell, things between us had been aard So aard, in fact, that I’d been toying with the idea of going hoht discord between us I hadn’t been back to Boston in nine years so that’s how much I cared about my relationship with my father

When my dad called, I answered

Always

“Sorry, guys, I need to take this” I hit the green button on my phone “Hey, Dad, what’s up?”

“Hey, Bluebell”

Usually, the sound of my dad’s husky voice and his thick Boston accent was one of my favorite sounds in the world I’d lostto Dad always reminded me of home

Today, however, I tensed Not at the nickna me Bluebell since I was a toddler because my eyes were that exact shade of blue My brothers and sisters all had my mom’s hazel eyes I was the only one with my dad’s eye color and his dimple

Yeah, so it wasn’t the nickname that caused my heart to skip a beat It was h my head “Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone’s fine But I have so you this over the phone”

Trepidation froze me to the chair “Dad …?”

The girls’ quiet azes followed me

“I know you’re a grown-up and you’ll handle this just fine but … u a divorce She moved out last week”

If it was possible, I thought ht have stopped “Dad?”

I didn’t understand

My relationship with my mother was in tatters, but no matter as thrown at Sorcha and Cian McGuire, they handled it together How could they possibly be getting a divorce?