‘Bath's run,’ he announced as he came back downstairs.
‘Thanks. You're being very nice to me,’ said Anna. She couldn't help herself. ‘What are you after?’
Mark came and sat down next to her on the sofa, running his fingers across his eyebrows, a pained expression settling across his face. ‘It frightened me. Luke. Last night. Sitting there with him, I couldn’t help thinking what if he didn’t make it. What if he didn’t recover or recover fully? The thought terrified me. I could have lost him last night. Lost him, when I had only really just found him.’ Mark sank back into the sofa and rested his head against the backrest. ‘All I kept thinking was please let him pull through so I have the chance to make it up to him. I’ve made such a fuck up of being his dad. In fact, I’ve made a pretty lousy job at everything. Not just being a dad … but being a husband too.
This time Anna didn't reply. He was unnerving her, this change in attitude. Despite the feeling of exhaustion that was gradually seeping through her, her mind was alert. Maybe this was her chance to get the photos back. Instead of making him her enemy, maybe she should make him her ally, or at least allow him to think so. He might be more willing to give her the photos that way. She swallowed hard and forced herself to reach out for his hand.
‘We’ve both made mistakes,’ she said. ‘Neither of us have been perfect.’ She felt him give a small squeeze of her hand.
‘Generous as always. Go and have your bath. Get into bed and get some sleep. I'll take Luke some clean clothes and give you a ring later. Go on.’
The message tone bleeping on her phone brought Anna out of her sleep. Leaning over to the bedside table she picked it up and opened the message box, half expecting it to be from Tex or Mark. No, neither. Some random text from someone who wasn't in her contact list as it just came up with 'unknown caller' and a phone number.
Who is this?
Anna deleted it. She couldn't be bothered to answer, it was obviously just someone sending her the text by mistake. Before she could ponder it any further, there was a knock at the front door. Pulling a sweatshirt on, Anna went downstairs to open the door. She was greeted by Zoe, concern across her face.
‘Oh, Anna, how is everything? Mark phoned and told me Luke was in hospital with alcohol poisoning. He asked if I could call over and check you were okay.’
Anna raised her eyebrows. ‘That’s very unlike Mark to be so thoughtful.’
In need of fresh air, the two women decided to go for a walk along the footpath that circulated Priory Park and Anna brought Zoe up to speed on how Luke was.
‘I'm so glad you came,’ said Anna, linking her arm through Zoe's.
‘Nathan wanted to, but I persuaded him to let me come,’ said Zoe. ‘He's looking after the kids but sends his love, and says that it goes without saying but if you want anything, you only have to ring him.’
‘I know. Tell him thank you. I'll ring him later anyway, when I know a bit more about how Luke is and what's happening.’
‘He wanted to go to the hospital himself but didn't particularly want to bump into Mark. He'll come over though, maybe when Mark's not about. Said he wanted to see Luke himself, and you.’ They followed the path as it rose up to the level of the city walls.
‘That's fine. I'll sort it out with him.’ Anna smiled at Zoe.
‘So was Luke at a party or something and overdid it, trying to impress the girls?’ asked Zoe.
‘I wish it were as straightforward as that,’ sighed Anna. ‘Me and Mark had an argument last night and Luke was pretty fed up. Went out to his mate's house and they decided to raid the drinks cupboard while the parents were out. The other lad, fortunately, wasn't as bad as Luke and had the sense to ring his parents when Luke collapsed.’
‘Oh, how awful,’ consoled Zoe.
‘The parents called an ambulance. The father went with Luke and waited to speak to Mark. I actually don't remember that. I was so upset by it all. I remember Mark talking to this man while we were waiting for the doctor to come and see us, but I had no idea who he was or what they were saying.’
Anna's phone interrupted. It was Mark. Luke was awake and apparently feeling like he was actually dead. He felt sick. His head hurt just to move his eyes, let alone his head itself. His throat felt like someone had put razor blades in it, and his hand was sore from the drip they had put in to rehydrate his body fluids. Apart from that Luke was fine!
‘They’re keeping him in until this evening at least,’ explained Anna to Zoe, slipping her phone back into her pocket. ‘They want to make sure his fluid levels are okay. Don't think he'll be drinking again for a while.’
‘Must have been a bad argument for him to react like that.’
Anna looked at Zoe and nodded. ‘It's a long story.’
‘Well, I'm in no rush,’ smiled Zoe, giving Anna's hand a squeeze.
Anna checked her phone yet again. Still no word from Tex. Initially she had thought it a bit odd, but with all that was going on, she hadn't had too much time to dwell on his lack of contact. However, it was now Monday afternoon and he still hadn't so much as acknowledged her text. She had sent another this morning, just in case he was holding off until things with Luke were a bit more settled. She had messaged him to say that Luke was coming home that afternoon, and suggested that she and Tex meet during the week. Perhaps she would try and actually call him this evening and speak to him.
‘Luke's sleeping again,’ said Mark as he came into the kitchen.
‘That's good. He seems a bit quiet. Is he okay?’
‘Yeah, he's fine. I think he actually feels embarrassed that a) he can't handle the booze and b) he's caused us all this worry and upset.’ Mark filled the kettle. ‘Cup of tea?’
‘Thanks.’ Anna watched Mark potter around getting the cups ready. There was a different atmosphere between her and Mark now. She still couldn’t be sure if Mark was being genuine though. Was he playing a game just as she was?
Mark put the cup of tea down in front of her. ‘Have you got work this week?’
‘No. Well, I should have but I left a message on Jamie's answerphone to say I needed this week off due to family problems. I didn't go into detail and he hasn't rung back, so I'm assuming it's okay.’ Anna took a sip of her tea. ‘I had already booked next week off because I knew I’d be busy with the move.’
‘Have you got much packing left to do?’ asked Mark.
Anna eyed the stack of taped-up boxes that had been gradually increasing over the last few weeks. All very organised, labelled in black marker pen with their contents and what room they would be going into at the new flat.
‘All pretty much done, except for the kitchen things, bathroom stuff and clothes that I can't really do until the last minute. Just hope I can fit it all in. The new flat is quite small.’
‘You'll be okay.’
‘I have been quite ruthless and been getting rid of lots of stuff that I don't actually use or need. It's surprising how much you can do without when you put your mind to it.’ Anna faked a grin.
‘I'm sorry,’ said Mark quietly, not looking at Anna but sitting down opposite her at the table.
‘Sorry? What for?’
‘The house sale. The other night when we argued. What I said.’ He looked up at Anna and let out a long sigh. ‘Being a pig. Letting you down. Everything.’
Anna was taken aback. She hadn't expected this, Mark apologising, and he really did seem genuine.
He gave her a small smile. ‘I would say don't look so surprised, but I guess you've got every reason to be.’ He reached across and held her hand. ‘I am sorry, Annie. For everything. Everything.’
For a moment Anna looked down at his hand around hers, swallowing an unexpected lump that had come to her throat. ‘We did try, didn't we?’ she said, her voice full of sadness.
‘You did. You tried really hard. I should have tried harder.’ Mark's voice was tender but the shame and regret was etched all over his face. He sounded truly sincere. He held her hand tighter. ‘I d
id love you, I really did Anna. I think I just loved myself more.’
‘We were both young, Mark. Very young. Neither of us were ready for the responsibility of being married and having a child. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change anything. How could I? Out of all of this sorry mess we had Luke. We still have him. Thank God.’
‘I know. That’s what I was trying to say that night after the hospital. The realisation of what happened to Luke, the thought of what could have happened to him, brought it all home to me. It's made me see things clearer. It wasn’t just the shock of that night, I’ve felt like this ever since. It wasn’t just a knee-jerk reaction, I promise. It put everything into perspective. I realise now how lucky I am to have him. I really regret not being there for him. Not just the last year while I've been in the States, but all the time. I never really put him or you first. I am sorry.’ Mark blinked back the tears that threatened to escape. ‘I'm going to make it up to him. I'm going to be there for him. I'm not going to let him down again. I wish we could have been a proper family.’
Anna nodded sadly. The remorse was real. It had been all she had wanted when Luke was born. To be a happy family, the three of them. Now she had the opportunity to say it, she knew she couldn’t let it pass. This was about more than just the photos now. This was about redemption and atonement. ‘I suppose the one thing that defined us as a family, Luke, ultimately wasn't strong enough to keep us together. There were too many differences and pressures for us to work as a couple. We didn't make a very good team.’
‘That was mostly my fault,’ conceded Mark. ‘I could have tried harder but I didn't. I reacted badly to being a father so young. All the other lads my age at the club, they were out having fun. I wanted to be part of that. I didn't want to sit at home with a baby. I think, in a way, I was punishing you by seeing other women.’
‘That's what I mean, we were young and emotionally ill-equipped to be married with a child. We hardly had any time together, just you and me. Hardly any time to get to know each other. That's not to say, we didn't have fun and enjoy ourselves, for a short time.’ It was so long ago, it seemed like another lifetime.
‘And then after the accident, I blamed you for that too.’ Mark held his head in his hands, stopping for a moment to regain his composure. ‘I punished you in the way I knew would hurt you most. Instead of being there for you, helping you cope with your loss, our loss. The baby, our child … ’ Mark's voice tailed off. He kept his head in his hands.
Anna wiped away the tears that were trickling down her face. It was the first time he had ever really acknowledged the baby they had lost. He had practically dismissed it at the time of the accident, so wrapped up in his own drama, his broken leg that meant he was out of football, not just for six months or a year, but out of the game forever. Too severe an injury to fully recover from and be the athlete he once was.
‘Don't blame yourself for everything,’ said Anna at last. ‘If I'm being totally honest, I could have tried harder too. When things got bad, I didn't try and work the problems through. I knew you were with other women and I just let you. I didn't even confront you about them after the accident. It was easier that way. I put all my love and attention onto Luke instead. He became the focal point for my emotions. My passiveness towards you and what you were doing, well, that just allowed you to carry on. I'm sorry. So very sorry.’
Anna knew in her heart of hearts that this was true. In the end, she had simply given up on their marriage. In fact, it had been easier that way, not having to care about what he was doing. It had been her defence mechanism to stop her from getting hurt any more than she already was.
‘I wonder how long we would have carried on like that if the offer to work in the States hadn't come through?’ Mark gave a weak smile. It didn’t hide the sadness Anna saw in his eyes.
She shrugged. ‘Who knows?’
‘Even when I bought this house for you, I was still punishing you. By me owning it, I could still keep tabs on you. Still be in control,’ admitted Mark. ‘That way I still had a reason to be in touch. When I came back earlier in the year, I knew I had to sell the house, but I also realised I wasn't ready to let you go. That's why I've been … ’ He paused, as if searching for the right phrase.
‘Difficult?’ Anna filled in the gap.
‘Yeah, difficult,’ nodded Mark. ‘Difficult about you and Tex. I'm sorry for that too. You deserve to find someone who really loves you. Someone who won't hurt you.’
It wasn't the time for Anna to disagree with Mark about Tex. She'd have to sort that out herself later. She pushed the thought of Tex away.
‘It's okay, Mark. It's time to let go. If it's forgiveness you're looking for, then I do forgive you.’ She did forgive him for what had happened in their marriage. However, the photos were another matter.
‘Thank you,’ said Mark. It was almost a whisper. The smile now grateful. ‘I know I can't make it up to you now, I know it's too late, but I am definitely going to make it up to Luke.’
Anna smiled. ‘Being there for Luke is the best way you could possibly make it up to me. All the heartache and sadness we've caused each other has to have a reason, a purpose. It's not too late to put things right with Luke. Be there for him. Be his dad.’
‘I will. I promise,’ said Mark sincerely.
Anna sat in silence as she took in and finally understood how their relationship had worked, or not worked, as was the case. Finally admitting to each other where they had gone wrong, the things they could have done better, should have done better. Offering and accepting apologies. Seeking and receiving redemption and resolution. Cleansing the soul of their volatile relationship.
Anna broke the silence first. ‘Mark, about those photos.’ She hoped she had picked the right moment. He seemed conciliatory and reasonable.
Mark looked up at her and went to speak, then shut his mouth again. Anna could feel herself tense. Had she misjudged him? She tried again, this time more steely. ‘You did say if I agreed to the house sale I could have them back. Mark?’
‘I said I wouldn’t send them out, not that you could have them back.’ He sounded shifty. He looked shifty.
Why did she expect anything else? ‘You’re a bastard, you know that?’
Chapter Thirty Four
Luke continued to improve and feel better as the week went on, although any mention of alcohol still managed to turn his stomach.
‘I think he's learnt his lesson,’ said Anna light-heartedly as she sat in the Fish and Fly with Zoe. ‘Mind you, I'm not much better. I don't fancy anything alcoholic myself.’ She swirled the diet Coke round in her glass.
‘And you and Mark have finally sorted things out?’
‘Sort of.’
‘What does that mean?’
Anna closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts. ‘I suppose it doesn’t matter now if I tell you.’
‘Tell me what?’
‘Apart from threatening to try and ruin Tex’s business and not agree to a divorce, Mark had something else he was using against me.’
‘I knew it!’ snapped Zoe. ‘I knew there must be something else. What’s he been up to now?’
And so Anna told her sister-in-law about the photos, and how even though she had gone along with everything, he still wouldn’t give them to her. ‘I just can’t get past that. I don’t understand what’s going on in his mind.’
‘What do you think he’ll do with them?’
Anna shrugged. ‘I don’t really know what use they are to him now. He’s got everything he wants from me, and even managed to get rid of Tex in a roundabout sort of way.’
‘Still not heard from him?’ enquired Zoe gently.
Anna shook her head. ‘No. Seems when things got tough it frightened him off. I should have expected it really. He’s not the settling down type. Too many ghosts. I've tried ringing him but his phone is switched off. He must be avoiding me.’
‘I honestly didn't think he'd be like that,’ mused Zoe, sipping her wine. ‘I
t seems out of character, if you ask me. He always seemed so decent.’
‘I don't want to talk about it.’ Anna dropped her gaze, drawing imaginary circles with her finger on the tabletop. ‘Let's change the subject. How are things with you and Nathan?’
‘Much better, thanks.’ Zoe took another sip of her wine. ‘All this business with Luke has given us both a kick up the backside. We've talked a lot over the last few days. We've been honest and open and realised how much we still love each other, and how important the children are to us.’
‘I'm really pleased,’ said Anna earnestly. ‘I've been worried about you two.’
‘We're going to make a proper effort, both of us. Nathan is going to reschedule his diary so that he has two consecutive days at home a week. Me, I'm going to stop trying to do everything myself and let my mum take Emily two mornings a week.’
‘Oh, Zoe, that's brilliant. Your mum will love looking after her. It will give you some me-time.’
‘I know, and I've already started sorting myself out. No more trackies, which have been more like a tattoo on me recently. I'm joining that slimming class I keep meaning to. Also, Saturday evenings are going to be time for just me and Nathan. Our time. Even if we don't go out, we're going to try and keep the time just for each other.’ Zoe gave an embarrassed smirk.
‘Excellent. If you ever want a babysitter on a Saturday, just give me a shout.’
‘Thank you. Anyway, enough of that. How's the house packing going? You all set for next week?’
‘Pretty much,’ replied Anna. ‘I get the keys on Monday. I'll be sad to say goodbye to the house but it's for the best. I'll be able to wipe the slate clean of everything and start again. I'm really looking forward to it.’ The fake smile and overenthusiastic raising of her glass of Coke as a toast didn't convince her.
Anna sat on the sofa looking stunned at the announcement Mark had just made. Luke wanted to go to America with his dad on Friday. That, in itself, wasn't the shock, and under any other circumstances Anna would have been delighted. Only, Luke didn't want to go for just a week, or even two weeks, as a holiday, he wanted to go for six months.
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