Brad could tell he was reading from the notes in front of him. But he didn’t care. He still couldn’t believe it. And the picture was crystal clear. Not some blurry snap, which he might have expected. He could almost reach out and touch her. Did she remember him? Did she remember she had a dad who loved her very much?
His fingers brushed the screen. She looked happy. She looked healthy. Part of him gave a little sigh of relief. His daughter was alive, happy and healthy. For any parent, that should be the most important thing.
He was trying so hard to keep a lid on his feelings. He’d spent the last two years thinking about what he’d do when he found her. Thoughts of taking his time and trying to contact Alison separately, engaging a lawyer, getting advice on his legal rights in another country, finding out about extradition from that particular state in the US. And now all those rational, sensible thoughts were flying out the window.
Something registered in his brain—geography had never been his strong point. ‘Where is it? Where’s North Woods, Wisconsin?’
He heard Joe let out a guffaw. ‘I thought you might ask that. Not the most straightforward place to get to. For you, the nearest international airports are Minnesota or Chicago. I don’t think you can get a flight from Glasgow to either of them direct. Probably best to fly from Glasgow via Amsterdam and then Chicago. I’ll make arrangements for you from there. Just let me know if you’re coming into O’Hare or Midway International.’
Brad nodded. Chicago—some place that he’d heard of. He’d be able to find a flight there. ‘I’ll get online now. I’ll get the quickest flight out that I can. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll email you back the details.’
‘No problem, son. See you soon.’
Brad put down the phone. His hands were shaking. He clicked into the rest of the email. There were four photographs. Two pictures of Alison with her baby and two of Melody. She was still his little girl. She had his blond hair and blue eyes. She even had his smile. And if he played his cards right, he would get to see her again.
He quickly dialled another number he had in his phone. A US attorney he’d been put in touch with who specialised in family law. Best to get some advice before he set foot on US soil. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene and get deported.
His brain whirring, he opened a travel website to search for flights. Only one from Glasgow. Leaving in six hours. He didn’t hesitate. A few clicks and he was booked. He’d already been to the US in the last two years and knew his machine-readable passport meant he didn’t need a visa.
This was it—he was finally going to see his daughter again.
Then something else hit him. Cassidy. He had to tell Cassidy.
He looked at the clock. It wouldn’t take him long to pack. He groaned as he remembered his Mini still abandoned at the side of the road. He could get a taxi to the airport. But he couldn’t leave without speaking to Cassidy first. It took a few minutes to wrap up his call to the lawyer then he pulled on his jogging trousers and trainers. He could run up the hill to the hospital. Cassidy would be on the ward. He could speak to her there.
He remembered that look on her face in the restaurant. She’d worried about this moment. And to be honest, he’d reached the stage that he’d wondered if this would ever happen.
And now it had.
And he had to go.
But he wouldn’t go without speaking to Cassidy. Without reassuring her that he would come back for her. He loved his daughter with his whole heart. But he loved Cassidy, too, and he wanted her to be a part of his life. He looked over to the table where he had an array of little gifts organised for her—all to be placed in the pockets of the calendar. He would do that once he got back from the hospital.
First he had to reassure her. First, he had to tell her that he loved her.
* * *
‘Where is she?’
‘Where’s who?’ Michael was in the middle of drawing up some heparin. ‘Who are you looking for?’
‘Cassidy, of course!’ Who did that big oaf think he would be looking for? He was out of breath, panting. He wasn’t really dressed for the cold, with just a T-shirt and tracksuit top in place, and the run up the hill in the biting cold hadn’t helped.
Michael’s face paled a little. ‘Oh, I take it you haven’t heard?’
‘Haven’t heard what?’ Brad’s frustration was growing by the second.
‘Cassidy had to leave. Her gran had a fall in the nursing home and they thought she might have broken her hip. They are taking her to the Wallace Hospital—on the other side of the city. Cassidy left about an hour ago.’
Brad felt the air whoosh out from him. He pulled out his phone and started dialling
her number. But it connected directly to her voice mail.
‘Not supposed to use that in here,’ muttered Michael.
Brad grabbed his arm. ‘How far away is the Wallace? How would I get there at this time of day?’ This was the worst possible time for his car to die.
Michael frowned. ‘You in a hurry?’
Brad nodded. ‘I need to see Cassidy, speak to the boss and arrange a few days off, then get to the airport.’
‘You are joking, aren’t you?’ Michael’s eyebrows were raised.
‘No. No, I’m not. Give me some directions.’
Michael shook his head. ‘At this time of day it will be a bit of a nightmare. You’d need to take the clockwork orange...’
‘The what?’
‘The underground. That’s what we call it around here. You’d need to take the clockwork orange to Cessnock and then get the bus to the hospital. It’ll take you about an hour.’ He looked at the clock on the wall opposite. ‘What time do you need to get to the airport? Because you’ll need to get a train to Paisley for that. Then a bus to the airport.’
Brad’s head was currently mush. There was no way he was going to get across the city—find Cassidy in a strange hospital, get back, pack and get to the airport in time.
He threw up his hands in frustration and left the hospital, walking back down the hill towards his flat.
He tried her phone again three times and sent her two text messages—but it was obvious she had her phone switched off. What could he do?
He got back home and pulled the biggest suitcase he had from the wardrobe and started throwing things inside. Jeans, jumpers, boots, T-shirts—anything he could think of.
He sat down and tried her phone again. Straight to voice mail. ‘Cassidy—it’s Brad. I heard about your gran. I’m really sorry and I hope she’s okay. I really, really need to speak to you and I don’t want to do it over the phone. Please phone me back as soon as you get this message. Please...’ He hesitated for a second. ‘I love you, Cass.’
He put the phone down. A wave of regret was washing over him. The first time he told her he loved her should have been when he was staring into her big brown eyes—not leaving a message on a phone. But he needed to let her know how he felt. She had to know how much she meant to him.
He looked at the rest of the items on the table. Her flat was only five minutes away—he could go around now and put them in the calendar for her. He could also take some time to write her a letter and explain what had happened. That way, if he didn’t get to speak to her, she’d know he’d never meant to leave like this.
He looked at the clock again. Did he really not have the time to get to the other side of the city and back? His heart fell. He knew he didn’t. Latest check-in time at the airport was two hours before his flight left. He would never make it. This was the only flight to Chicago that left in the next three days. He had to be on it. The chance to see his daughter again was just too important. He’d waited too long for this moment. He couldn’t put this off, no matter how much he wanted to see Cassidy.
He picked up the items from the table and grabbed his key
s. He had to try and make this right.
* * *
Cassidy leaned back against the wall. The cool hospital concrete was freezing, cutting straight through her thin top, but she welcomed it as she felt completely frazzled. Six hours after she’d got here, her gran was finally being wheeled to Theatre. Her hip was definitely fractured and she was in pain. The orthopaedic surgeon had tried to put her off until the next day, but he hadn’t met Cassidy Rae before.
She’d waited until she was sure her gran had disappeared along the corridor to Theatre before she started rummaging around her bag. She badly needed a coffee. Her mobile clattered to the floor as she tried to find her purse.
She picked it up and switched it back on. It had sounded earlier in the A and E department and one of the staff had told her to switch it off. The phone buzzed back into life and started to beep constantly.
Text message from Brad. ‘Phone me.’
Another text message from Brad. ‘Phone me as soon as you get this.’
Text message. Two voice-mail messages.
Cassidy felt her heart start to flutter in her chest. She hadn’t managed to phone Brad since her gran’s accident. Was he worried about her? Or was it something else?
She walked along the corridor and out of the main door, standing to one side and pressing the phone to her ear. She listened to the first message. What on earth was wrong? What didn’t he want to say on the phone? Her brain started to panic so much she almost missed the end of the message. ‘I love you.’