MasukROBIN“Hey,” I said softly to Mike, sinking gingerly into the squashy cushions of Lana’s bed. She lay curled up into an orb, her arms braced around her knees, face buried between her thighs. She had been devastated ever since she read Daddy’s letter—downhearted and outright shattered. Emotions that seemed to be drawn out by regret…regret over not having spoken to our father before he passed, and I understood her. My last conversation with George was certainly helping me navigate this difficult time. Before he died, I knew he loved me very much. I knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me, I also knew he would lay down his life for me and his grandchildren—and he did, as grotesque as that may have felt. No love could top what he did for me and my babies, but that act of selflessness had left an insurmountable pain, one we’d have to live with for a long time.“How is she doing?”“She’s been like this since morning, Robin. Not responding to anything I say. I managed to get her into th
ROBINA WEEK LATER…AFTER THE PRIVATE BURIAL OF GEORGEButterbean, I haven’t used this name since Year Seven. You always hated it whenever I called you Butterbean, but when I eventually stopped, you sternly scolded me for putting an end to the pet names. We used to laugh about that when we weren’t in a heated disagreement, or arguing about something I did—or didn’t do. Because God only knows why He gave me a pigheaded daughter like myself. Yes, Lana, you’re just like me. Strong, independent, intelligent and stubborn. Extremely stubborn, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m deeply sorry, my girl, for betraying your trust. For making you lose faith in me as the role model you once admired and the father you loved. Nothing I say or do can fill the void I’ve created, or heal the pain I’ve caused you, Robin and your mother, but my darling, forgive me. Forgive your old man. I don’t know how long it will take for you to start speaking to me again, but I’m going to try every single da
ROBIN“Oh God!” Mum broke down all over again, sobbing into George’s letter until fresh tears soaked the paper in translucent patches.Lana and I moved to either side of her, wrapping our arms around her as we shared in her grief and the emotions our dad’s final words had stirred. She wept on and on for a number of minutes before her quaking sobs tailed off.“I’m fine, girls.” she whispered at last, heaving a thick sigh. “I have to be strong for the two of you.” She sniffled, sweeping the tears away from her eyes.“I’m good.” Her lips curved into a forced smile as she stroked Lana’s cheek before cupping mine.“I think you should look through the will as well,” I mumbled, gently fingering Dad’s letter.“He wanted you to have a look.”She shook her head.“I don’t care about the will, darling. You should know, your father and I built everything we had together, but the Crawford name is pretty big shot.”“Mum’s being modest. Grandad owned vast amounts of land and several oil companies.” M
ROBINAfter hours on hours of discussing Millicent’s malice and Jack’s treacherous cousin, we grew increasingly concerned about Mum and her alone time upstairs. It had been hours already.“Don’t you think she’s been up there a little too long?” I asked quietly, shifting on Jack’s lap. “I haven’t heard a sound. I’m worried.”“Should we go check on her?” Lana asked. I nodded, grasping the envelope Dad had left for me.“We’ll wait here.” Mike declared. Lana hunched down and placed a lingering kiss on Mike’s lips before she got moving. I did the same with Jack, peppering soft kisses everywhere across his face until he smiled and helped me to my feet.“Thank you, baby.” Lana whispered to Mike before seizing my wrist and guiding me up the stairs to mum’s room.A narrow gap in the door materialised and we peeped through the narrow opening. She wasn’t lying on the bed bawling like we had expected, she sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by old photo albums.Photos of us during our famil
ROBIN“NOOOOOO!” Lindsey’s scream ripped through the room as she collapsed onto the sofa, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.I broke free from Jack’s grip, hurtling towards her and gathering her in my arms. In barely a month I’d been the bearer of two horrible news: one for her husband’s infidelity, another for her husband’s death.“I’m so sorry Mummy.” She accepted my hug, cocking her head onto my shoulder and intertwining her trembling fingers with mine. Across the room, Lana turned away, planting her face in Mike’s chest, resuming her soft wail.“What happened to him?” Lindsey whispered. “How… how did he die?” I shot Jack a worried look, swallowing down the lump of guilt building in my throat.“Mrs Betton,” Jack began gently, taking the vacant seat next to her. “The father of your daughters died a hero.”She frowned through her tears.“What does that even mean, Jack?” She sniffled, her confused eyes appraising his.“He died protecting Robin, Lindsey. Millicent’s bullet was meant fo
ROBIN“Did you see her shoot?” I lifted cross eyes to Marcus, glaring at him so hard I could’ve made a lunge for his throat and snapped his neck.“She came to kill me.” I sniffled. “My dad threw himself in front of the bullet. He sacrificed himself for me.” Marcus pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out for me, I shook my head, refusing it.“I’m so sorry for your loss, Miss Betton.” Jack materialised beside me, his face showing immense concern as he looked over me, clearly worried about my refusal to wash away the blood covering my skin.“Excuse me,” the DCI said quietly before stepping away.“How are you holding up, baby,” Jack mumbled, dipping and making a grasp for me.“I feel… wretched. And angry.” I choked, swallowing another sob. “Why would he leave me, Jack?”“Because he loved you baby. So much.” He kissed my forehead gently. “Come on. Let me get you cleaned up.”“No! This is all I have left of him.” He stroked the tears from my face. “I won’t clean up.”“I unders







