Chapter 15

I paced the length of my flat while Mari and Niamh were gone. I reconsidered at least twenty times if I should go after them. Niamh was my sister. She’d been my responsibility since the moment she’d been born.

Yet Mari hadn’t minced words in her texts. Stay home; you’ll make things worse.

It pissed me off. I wanted to go straight to that cafe and prove Mari wrong. Pull up a chair, plant my arse in it, and force Niamh to talk to me.

Right as I debated leaving, my phone rang. Thinking it might be Mari, I answered it without looking at the caller ID.

The voice on the other line, though? Definitely not a woman’s voice. It was a voice I’d only heard a half dozen times in my life, but I’d never forget it.

“Liam,” said old man Gallagher in that Irish brogue that instantly took me back to my days in Dublin. “How are you?”

My grandda had called me once before here in the States to tell me I was getting a tiny percentage for my inheritance while Niamh was getting the rest.

“Did you really