have found out?’
‘She found some stuff on the internet about him. And me.’ I shiver against Nick’s warm body.
Nick’s arms stiffen. ‘What stuff on the internet?’
‘Photos of me and her father. When we were younger. I don’t know if it’s enough, but … I’m so scared, Nick.’
‘Scared of what?’
‘She might try to find her father.’ I take a shaky breath. Breathe, breathe.
‘I think you have to get a bit real with this,’ says Nick. ‘How long are you going to be able to keep Liberty away from this guy? If she wants to see him, she will. No matter what you do.’
I ignore him. ‘I’ve just got to keep hammering it home. How dangerous he is. Until she gets the message.’
‘How dangerous are we talking, exactly?’
‘How dangerous do you want him to be? Dangerous. Isn’t that enough?’
‘It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just …’
‘You think there are two sides to the story.’
‘I haven’t heard either side of the story,’ says Nick. ‘You’ve told me nothing. And whenever I ask, you close up. Does your sister know about him?’
‘Dee? Yes.’
‘You can tell her but not me?’
‘I didn’t tell her, Nick. She was there. She saw it all.’
‘Do you know what I think? I think you’re running scared and you should face up to all this. You should at least talk about what happened. You shouldn’t run away from it. Face your problems.’
‘You can’t face Liberty’s father. That’s not how it works. He twists everything around.’
‘So move on and let all the fear go.’
‘I can’t do that either. If I let my guard down, he’ll get in.’
‘You know, Lorna, even criminals get visitation with their children. Why don’t you set something up? In a safe space.’
I swallow, feeling sick. ‘If you knew him like I do, you wouldn’t even suggest something like that.’
‘So tell me about the guy. Then maybe I could know him like you do. Why is everything such a big secret? What did he do that was so bad?’
I roll away from Nick, imagining packing boxes, separating finances … who will stay in the house? Me or him? It has to be him. Darcy can’t go through another house move so soon, not now she’s settled. It’s not fair. But then again, I chose this area for a reason. A good reason. God – how is this going to work?
I roll back again. ‘Listen,’ I say. ‘If Liberty gets close to her father, he’ll turn her against me. That’s what he does.’
‘I know he hurt you.’
‘It wasn’t just me he hurt.’
‘Isn’t Liberty old enough to make this choice for herself now? Isn’t it her right?’
‘No.’
There is a heavy silence.
‘What are you so afraid of, Lorna?’
‘Her father doesn’t have any feelings.’
‘That’s all?’
I hesitate. ‘Trust me. It’s enough.’
The night after I slept with Michael, I woke to the sun rising through slatted metal blinds. It was cold on the tour bus, with cloying, damp air. The window was slightly open and morning flowed over my naked body. My mouth was dry and sugary. I wanted to shower and brush my teeth, but I was in heaven. Everything was perfect.
I looked around glossy, fibreglass walls, smiling, smiling. I’d fallen asleep wrapped up in Michael’s arms. As I blinked away sleep and felt my nakedness, I rolled around to find Michael’s eyes were open too.
‘Good morning, my gorgeous girl,’ he said. ‘Welcome to this beautiful day.’
He had a craggy face that looked even older in the morning light and he smelt of beer and whiskey. There were lines all around his eyes and one huge groove along his forehead. But to me he was beautiful. My handsome prince. My hero. His eyes were intense, mesmerizing pools of light.
‘I think I love you,’ I told Michael, eyes all big and dumb and earnest. Jesus. What an idiot I was.
Michael said: ‘Love is a wonderful thing, isn’t it? In all its forms.’
‘So … where do we go from here?’ I asked.
‘You can’t always have a plan. Right?’ Michael pulled me into his arms, holding me against his bare chest.
‘We’ll see each other again, won’t we?’
‘The band and I leave for Washington tonight,’ said Michael. ‘We’re doing some photos today, then we hit the road. The big world tour, starting in the US.’ He took my hand and drew a road down my palm. ‘Washington. Atlanta. Houston. You wanna come with us? Be our lucky mascot?’
‘You’d take me with you?’ I asked, sitting up. ‘On tour?’
Michael laughed, showing white teeth in black stubble. ‘You know, it’s just travelling on a bus with a load of old men. That’s all a tour is. But sure. I’d love to have you along. We’ll keep you a little bit quiet, though.’
‘Why?’
‘Well, my wife can’t find out about you, right? Or there’d be trouble.’
I sat bolt upright. ‘Your wife?’
‘You must know about Diane. You’re a fan, aren’t you?’
‘I knew you got married when you were really young. Your childhood sweetheart. But I thought …’ I shook my head. ‘I didn’t realize … you’re still together?’
‘Together is too strong a word for it. We’re friends. Good friends. Not a husband and wife in the true sense. But it would break the poor girl’s heart if I put her through a divorce right now. She’s just lost her father.’
Happiness drained away like warm bathwater, leaving me cold and exposed.
‘I would never have stayed last night if …. I had no idea you were still married.’
‘I told you.’ Michael lay back then, arms falling away from me. ‘Diane and I are just friends these days. But it’s your choice, Lorna. If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be. I’ll tell you something though – last night was magic.’
A lump hit my throat when he said my name. ‘It was more than magic. Last night was the best night of my life.’
I sure didn’t know about playing it cool back then …
‘You and I have a soul connection,’ said Michael, stroking my hair. ‘I felt it the moment I saw you. I believe in that kind of love. Soul love. Not bits of paper, who belongs to who. Boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, all those labels. You love who you love when you love them. But it sounds like the world down here has a hold over you. The planets aren’t aligning.’
‘I have to go.’ I pulled a blanket around my body and searched the shiny floor for my clothes, tears coming.
Michael sat up, watching me. ‘Listen, you blew me away last night. Totally blew me away. We had a good time together. Soul mates always meet again. Maybe not in this life but