“He seems like he’s pretty good to you.” Conall found himself speaking gently.
The boy nodded.
“We’re brothers,” Brendan said.
“I can tell. You look alike.” He hesitated. “Lia told me about your mom. I’m sorry.”
They both ducked their heads. Walker blinked furiously. Oh, hell. He’d probably blown it. Why hadn’t he kept his mouth shut?
And then he opened it again. “When I was twelve, I lost my parents.” A fireball of alarm exploded in his chest. What in God’s name was he doing? But something on those two boys’ faces when they looked up drove him on. He cleared his throat. “They didn’t die. My dad went to prison and my mother decided she didn’t want the responsibility of kids anymore. She packed up and left.”
There was an appalled silence. Conall didn’t let himself see the expression on Lia’s face.
“She left?” Brendan whispered. “On purpose?”
“Yeah. I’m guessing you know your mom would have done anything in the world not to leave you.”
He could see in their eyes that it was true.
If he’d been into greeting card moments, he would have gone on and said, You’re lucky because you’ll be able to remember your whole lives how much your mother loved you. Fortunately, he wasn’t, and he didn’t.
But they understood anyway. After a moment they both nodded.
It was Sorrel who asked, “How come your dad got put in prison?”
“He sold illegal drugs.”
“My friend Rochelle’s does sometimes, too. At least, she thinks so. She hasn’t seen him in a long time.”
“I haven’t seen mine since I was twelve.”
“Is he still in prison?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Did you have to go to a foster home, like us?”
Conall looked around the table. They were all staring at him except Arturo, who kept eating, messy but getting the job done. Julia beamed at Conall, her four teeth cute accents in that broad smile. The other kids had expressions that said, Are you one of us?
He shook his head. “I told you I have two brothers. My oldest had turned eighteen. Mom and Dad let him keep the house. He got a job and took care of my other brother and me.” He was getting a lump in his throat. Man, this was stupid, but right this minute he couldn’t help seeing the past in a different light. Yes, he knew he’d been lucky to have Duncan, but seeing the faces of these kids brought it into sharp focus.
He would have gone to a foster home if Duncan hadn’t given up his dream of going off to college, Conall knew. Or his stay would have been short. He’d been too big a screw-up, as young as he was. He’d already stolen a car and gotten caught. He’d gotten so drunk a couple of times, he’d blacked out. He’d smoked marijuana, tried cocaine. He’d have ended up in a group home if he’d gotten his act together at all, in lockup if he hadn’t.
Dad and me.
He didn’t like acknowledging it, but he owed Duncan big-time. Not the mood Conall wanted to be in for this reunion .
“What kind of job did he get?” Brendan asked.
Conall blinked. “Ah…construction. He’d been doing it summers anyway. He managed to get his college degree, too, mostly with evening classes. Duncan was really motivated.” He heard how sardonic that sounded. My brother who could move mountains.
“Duncan?” Lia said sharply. Her eyes were wide and astonished. “I should have realized.”
“Realized?” he said warily.
“Your brother is the police chief.”
“He’s a cop?” Sorrel exclaimed.
“Yeah, he’s a cop.” Didn’t she realize he was, too? “So is my other brother, Niall. He’s a detective with the police force here in town.” Conall could feel how crooked his smile was. Ah, the ironies of life. “Our dad was in and out of prison, and all three of us went into law enforcement.”
The teenager stared at him with open astonishment. “But…”
“We don’t have to follow in our parents’ footsteps, Sorrel,” Lia said. “I think that’s what Conall is telling you.”