must think about the future. She was committed to Vane and the Convalescent Home. She owed it to the men and also her father-in-law. By letting him believe that Robert was his grandson, she had sealed her own fate. And she was happy with that â most of the time.
It would be good to see Daniel and Frances â and all the others, of course. Except Cley. She hadnât spoken to the second eldest of her brothers for ages, because she knew what he had done. Connor had heard Cley and Daniel fighting, and heâd told her that the reason for the fight was because Cley had raped their stepmother.
Emilyâs stomach curled with disgust. How could he have done that to their fatherâs widow? Emily hadnât liked Margaret much, but she was still angry with Cley. Because of what he had done, Margaret had demanded more money from Daniel. He would need that money now that he was home. She knew only too well that Henry was in deep trouble with the farm. If he managed to stave off bankruptcy it would be a miracle.
Emily had some money of her own. It wasnât a fortune, just a few thousand pounds that had come to her from Simonâs estate. At first she hadnât wanted to touch a penny of her late husbandâs money. Her marriage had been a sham and she wasnât interested in the legacy, but Vane had insisted it was hers.
âIt is your independence,â heâd told her. âIf you get sick of us, Emily, you can go and live your own life. Not that I want you to go, my dear. You know I would love you to stay with us â but I donât want you to feel trapped.â
Vane was such a dear! Emily smiled at the thought of him. She had been in awe of her father-in-law once but now she had become fond of him. He treated her with kindness and respect and she admired him, because he was everything his son hadnât been.
The money from Simonâs estate was just sitting in the bank doing nothing. She didnât think it was enough to pay Henryâs debts, but she might be able to help Daniel get started again. She would talk to him when she got the chance, because she doubted that Cley would pay his brother the money he owed him.
âDamn you, Cley!â Daniel Searles said, glaring at his elder brother. âYou owe me that two thousand for paying Margaret off. She was going to report you to the police. You would have spent the past five years in prison if I hadnât saved your neck.â
âMore fool you,â Cley retorted. âDonât threaten me, Dan. It wonât do you any good. I donât have the money to pay you. Things have been hard for me as well as everyone else. Ask Henry what it has been like trying to keep things ticking over.â
âHenry was saddled with a huge bank loan, as you know very well.â
âThat was his problem.â Cley shrugged and spat on the ground. He had thickened over the years, his features coarsening as he lost much of the good looks that had been his in youth. He was younger than Henry but still well into his thirties, a man who had indulged in the pleasures of the table as well as of the flesh. âIf you give me time I might be able to raise five hundred . . .â
âI want all of it,â Daniel said. He clenched his fists, knowing that he didnât have the strength to thrash his brother as he would have once. The prisoner of war camp had taken its toll on him as it had on all the men, but he wasnât broken in spirit like some of the poor devils heâd known. His physical strength would come back in time; heâd had Alice and his son to come home to and now he was back with them he would get on in leaps and bounds. âIâll take the five hundred for now, Cley â but I want the rest of it.â
âYouâll have to wait.â Cley glared at him. âIâll do what I can and thatâs all Iâm going to say.â He glanced back towards his house. His wife
The 12 NAs of Christmas, Chelsea M. Cameron