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第2章

The next morning Emily awoke earlier than usual, feeling elated. She skipped downstairs to make breakfast, cooking up a feast of eggs, toast, bacon, and pancakes, humming happily to herself the whole while. Daniel came down with Chantelle a little while later. Emily looked at the clock as time passed, becoming worried that her father hadn't yet made an appearance.

"Why don't you knock on his door?" Daniel suggested, clearly having picked up on the reasons behind her furtive glances.

"I don't want to disturb him," Emily replied.

"I'll do it," Chantelle said, leaping up from the breakfast bar.

Emily shook her head. "No, you eat. I'll go."

She wasn't sure what it was that was worrying her so much about disturbing her father. Perhaps it was the niggling feeling in the back of her mind that he wouldn't be there when she knocked, that it would all reveal itself to be a dream after all.

She approached his room cautiously, then cleared her throat, feeling silly. She knocked loudly.

"Dad, I made breakfast. Are you ready to come down?"

When there wasn't a reply, Emily felt her first jolt of panic. But she talked herself down from it. Roy might well be in the shower, unable to hear her.

She tried the handle of his door and found it unlocked. She opened it and peered into his room. His bed was empty, but there was no running water sound coming from the open en suite door, no sign of Roy at all.

Emily immediately gave up on trying to contain her fear. All at once it whooshed at her. Had she pushed him too far last night? Made him too uncomfortable to stay?

She rushed out of the room and into the corridor, then flew down the staircase into the kitchen. It was only the sight of Chantelle's bemused blinking from the breakfast bar that prevented her from screaming for Daniel. Instead, she skidded to a halt and managed to compose herself.

"Daniel, could you give me a hand quickly?" Emily said, trying to stop her face from cracking.

Daniel looked up and frowned. Evidently he could see right through her plastered-on smile. "What with?"

"Umm…" Emily floundered. "Heavy lifting."

"Lifting what?" Daniel pressed.

Emily blurted the first word that came into her mind. "Toilet rolls."

Chantelle giggled. "Heavy toilet rolls?"

"Daniel," Emily snapped. "Please. Just help me for a moment."

Daniel sighed and got up from the table. Emily grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the corridor.

"It's Dad," she whispered. "He's not in his room."

By the change in Daniel's expression, Emily knew it had finally sunk in why she was behaving so oddly.

"He won't have left," Daniel reassured her, rubbing her arms. "He's probably wandering the grounds."

"You don't know that," Emily replied. She was fully giving in to her panic now and was starting to tear up.

"I'll check the yard," Daniel said. "You check the house."

Emily nodded, glad to have been given direction. Her own mind had blanked out from fear.

Daniel hurried outside and Emily took the stairs, rushing two at a time. She checked each of the open guest rooms but to no avail. Through the windows in the landing she could see Daniel out in the yard, rushing about. So he hadn't had any luck either.

Then Emily hit on a brain wave. She ran to the end of the corridor and flung open the door to Roy's study.

The room was dark, the curtains drawn, but the desk lamp was on, creating a spotlight effect on the surface of the wood. Hunched behind it was the unmistakable silhouette of Roy Mitchell, bent over something, tinkering.

Emily let out a huge sigh and dropped her shoulder against the door frame, letting it support her weight as the tension left her body.

"Oh, good morning," Roy said innocently, looking up at the sound of her exhalation. "I was just fixing this." He held up a cuckoo clock, its back door hanging open. He closed it gently and the cuckoo sprang out the front. Smiling, he set it back down. "Good as new."

Emily's panic disappeared and was replaced just as swiftly with happiness. Seeing her father tinkering away was odd in its familiarity. It was like he'd always been there. The sight filled her with joy.

"Are you ready for some breakfast?" Emily asked.

Roy nodded and stood up. As they went downstairs together, Emily knocked on the window of the landing where she could spy Daniel rushing around the yard. He looked up at the noise and Emily flashed him a thumbs-up sign. She watched him sag with relief.

They went into the kitchen, where Chantelle was still eating her breakfast, oblivious to the goings-on.

"Looks like you put on a feast," Roy said, chuckling as he slid into the seat beside Chantelle.

"How did you sleep Papa Roy?" Chantelle asked. She had fallen asleep the night before in the process of cleaning her room and was only now seeing him again.

Roy poured himself a glass of juice. "Wonderfully, thank you, my dear. The bed was just as comfortable as the one I used to sleep in when this was my house."

As she heard his words, Emily had a sudden worry. The house still was his. She'd taken it on the assumption that he was missing presumed dead, but now that that was no longer the case, he legally had every right to take it back from her.

Daniel came in to rejoin the family breakfast.

"Early morning stroll?" Roy asked him as he took his seat.

Daniel caught Emily's eye knowingly. "Nothing like fresh air first thing in the morning," he said with a hint of sarcasm that Emily knew was for her benefit.

"Papa Roy was just telling me about when this was his house," Chantelle informed Daniel.

"Well, it actually still is," Emily explained. She looked up at her father, worried. "Do you want it back?"

Roy began to laugh then. "Goodness, no! I'm thrilled for you to have it, darling. It's not like I'm planning on moving back to Sunset Harbor."

Emily should have felt happy to hear confirmation her father wasn't planning on taking the house back from her, but instead it was sadness she felt at the confirmation that he was only here temporarily. She wasn't sure what she'd been thinking, whether she had even thought that far ahead at all, but it now felt so stark that he would be leaving her all over again.

She forked her grapefruit glumly and took a bitter bite.

"How long will you be staying with us?" Chantelle asked in her innocent childhood manner.

"Just until after the wedding," Roy explained in a soft voice that he seemed to save just for Chantelle, one that Emily remembered him using with her when she was that age. "That's why I'm here. To help prepare." He looked up at Emily. "Is there anything you'd like me to help with?"

Emily was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Roy's appearance in her life was to be brief and fleeting, that no sooner had he returned than he would be leaving again. The last thing she could think of now were the things that needed organizing! And anyway, he was a bit late to the game. It was just over one week before the wedding, so pretty much most things had already been done.

"You could keep an eye on Chantelle when I'm rushed off my feet with things," Emily said. "If she doesn't mind?"

Chantelle grinned. "We can fix up Trevor's greenhouse!"

Roy looked interested. "Trevor's greenhouse?"

"Trevor Mann from next door," Emily began. Then she shut her mouth. Her grief over Trevor's death was still raw. She wasn't quite sure how to explain the situation. "We became friends recently and, well, he passed away. He left me his house in his will."

Roy's eyebrows rose. Emily could tell from the expression on his face that his own relationship with Trevor had been bad.

"Trevor Mann left you his house?" Roy asked, surprised.

Emily nodded. "I know. It was an unlikely friendship. I was there for him at the end."

"How did he die?" Roy asked, softly.

"Perhaps we shouldn't discuss this at the table," Daniel interrupted, looking over at Chantelle, who had gone quite pale.

Roy turned his full attention to Chantelle. He dropped his voice into his soothing, paternal one.

"I'd love to fix up the greenhouse with you," he said. "You can be the boss and tell me what needs doing."

Chantelle brightened instantly. She'd been desperate to check on the fruit trees ever since Trevor's passing, but Emily had always held back, not quite ready to open that wound.

"Can I show Papa Roy right now?" Chantelle asked, looking first from Daniel, then to Emily.

Daniel gestured to Emily, leaving the ball in her court. She'd spoken to him so many times about not being ready to set foot inside the house, he clearly thought it best for her to make the decision now rather than promise Chantelle something that they weren't able to keep.

"Sure, okay," Emily said.

She was a little reluctant to set foot inside the dead man's home, but with her father and loved ones by her side supporting her, perhaps it wouldn't be as painful as she anticipated.

*

Emily took a deep breath and turned the key in the lock of Trevor's front door. It swung open, letting out the stale air that had been cooped up inside for months. The corridor was in darkness and Emily shivered, feeling unnerved.

She went in first, leading the way. Behind her, Daniel held tightly onto Chantelle's hand, soothing the little girl.

As she walked along the corridor, Emily couldn't help but recall snippets of the conversations she'd shared with Trevor. Memories flooded back to her as she took in the sight of the table where they'd sat and shared tea, of the plastered up bit of ceiling from when a storm had crashed into the house. This place was filled with memories of Trevor. It was overwhelming to think of one day organizing this place.

"The greenhouse is just through here," Chantelle said.

Emily stood back and allowed the girl to take command. They all followed her out the back of the house and in through the glass door of the greenhouse.

Though Trevor had enjoyed sitting out here in his final weeks, the greenhouse was in a terrible state. Everyone glanced around, taking in the enormity of the amount of work that would need to be done in order to get this place restored to its former glory.

Chantelle pulled out her notepad and began taking notes. "I think we need a fountain," she said. "Benches so we can sit and read in the summer. A swing, too. A place where Daddy can grow his vegetables. And a flower garden."

"I know all about which plants grow in which climates," Roy told Chantelle. "I can help you pick the right types."

He was taking Chantelle very seriously, which delighted Emily to see. He was even carrying a matching notepad and pink feathered pen, which he used to write down supplies they needed.

"What color scheme were you thinking of?" Roy asked in a businesslike manner.

"Yellow and pink," Chantelle said. "Or rainbow."

"All excellent choices." He jotted down some notes in his pad. "We're going to need some new glass," he added. "To make sure this place is watertight and to keep it warm. Want to go on a trip to the hardware store?"

Chantelle nodded excitedly. "Then we can go to Raj's and get the seeds for the flowers."

"Tell me, do you have your own gardening tools? Gloves? Apron?"

Chantelle shook her head.

"Then we'll have to get all of that as well," Roy explained. "Every gardener needs their own outfit. You'd look quite splendid in green gingham."

Chantelle grinned and Emily found that she herself was smiling just as widely. Seeing her dad bonding with the child over the greenhouse was a moment she would treasure forever. She thanked Trevor silently for having given her such a generous gift that had allowed for such a beautiful moment to happen.

Daniel ruffled Chantelle's hair. "Come on. I'll drive you and Papa Roy to town."

They headed back out into Trevor's garden, then crossed the lawns in the direction of the driveway where Daniel's pickup truck was parked.

"Are you coming too, Emily?" Chantelle asked as they reached the car.

Emily pulled open the back door and helped her inside. "I can't," she explained. "I have guests coming. Amy and Jayne. You remember them."

Chantelle pulled a face. She hadn't been so fond of Emily's New York City friends last time they'd visited. Emily couldn't blame her. They were hardly cuddly and calm like Papa Roy was.

Emily shut the door and Daniel gunned the truck to life.

"Have fun!" she called out, waving at her family in the truck as it began crawling out of the driveway.

It might not look like the conventional picture of a family, but it was hers and that was what mattered to Emily.

Just as they turned the corner and out of sight, Emily saw Amy's car appear at the other end. She was struck with the sudden feeling that however crazy things had felt over the last day, the craziness was about to ramp up even more.

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