Nathaniel stared across the water, allowing his mind to drift back to that time. Katie was right. Those memories were part of the past. They had no place in the present.
‘I was selfish.’ The words came from deep inside him. ‘I only thought about what it did to the family when you left. I only thought about us. Annabelle was distraught and watching her suffer made me feel as powerless as that night I watched William beat her. I didn’t think about what it must have been like for you, living with what happened. We had you, but you had no one.’
‘I shouldn’t have left but at the time I couldn’t see another way. I let you down.’
There was a tense moment and then they were embracing, holding each other tightly, the bonds of blood flowing from one to the other.
‘When I saw you in the front row of the theatre that night, I had to warn Annabelle that you were back,’ Nathaniel confessed in a raw tone. ‘She was devastated when you left.’ They eased apart, both of them awkward.
Clearing his throat, Jacob turned to look at Wolfe Manor. ‘Did you know they’ve served me with a Dangerous Structure Notice for this place? Apparently I have to take urgent action to remove the danger, remedy the defects and carry out works to make the building and structure safe.’ His laugh was edged with cynicism. ‘It’s hard to know where to begin. The roof is leaking, the brickwork is crumbling … We’ve had numerous breakins. According to the police, local kids dare one another to sneak into the house.’
‘The place was boarded up after we all left.’ Nathaniel stared at the crumbling, forbidding house that had been the backdrop for the dark drama of his childhood. ‘It feels strange, being back. It’s been so long since I allowed myself to think of the place. I pretended it didn’t exist. My whole childhood ceased to exist.’
‘After I left, who stepped in?’
‘Lucas.’ Nathaniel kicked a stone into the water. ‘Can you believe that? Naturally it wasn’t a role he volunteered for. Lucas’s idea of passing on fatherly advice was to teach us everything we ever needed to know about sex, how to avoid discipline and how to get drunk and still walk in a straight line. And—’ he glanced at Jacob’s jaw ‘—how to fight.’
‘He taught you well.’ With a rueful smile, Jacob ran a hand over his face. ‘Although Lucas isn’t the best role model for impressionable children. He slept with at least half of the girls in the school.’
‘And a few of the teachers.’
Laughing, Jacob shoo
k his head in despair. ‘Do you see him?’
‘Occasionally. He turned up late and drunk to one of my film premieres.’ Nathaniel grinned at the memory. ‘Staggered down the red carpet with some gorgeous blonde on his arm, winking at the paparazzi. I seem to remember the headlines were something like Bad, Bad, Bad Brothers …’
‘Sounds like Lucas.’
‘I bumped into him at Annabelle’s Christmas party a few years ago. The one thing Lucas is good at is partying.’
‘But none of you came back here?’
‘Call me fussy,’ Nathaniel drawled, ‘but this place is lacking in party atmosphere.’
‘It’s full of memories.’
‘Most of them bad ones.’
‘Some. Perhaps it’s time to make new ones. Remodel the place. Let in some light.’
‘From what I’ve heard, you’re the man to do that.’
Nathaniel slid his hands into his pockets. ‘I looked you up once. And Rafael mentioned that you’ve built a successful design business. You’ve done well.’
‘And you. I haven’t congratulated you on your Sapphire. I saw the film. You were incredible.’
For a moment Nathaniel thought about confessing how empty it all felt, how meaningless, but his tongue wouldn’t form the words. What had Katie said? Playing someone else is so easy for you, Nathaniel—it’s being yourself that you find impossible.
‘Have you been inside the house?’
‘Yes.’ Jacob glanced at him. ‘Do you want to take a look?’
They walked, and Nathaniel was surprised by how easy it was to be with his brother. Easier than being in the house.
Pushing open that heavy oak door, he shivered. So many ghosts, he thought. So many secrets.
‘He’s gone.’ Jacob’s voice was flat. ‘William is gone. I was wrong to let the family drift apart, but I’m going to do something about that. Things are going to change, Nathaniel.’