six-foot-six well-built frame, taller than any of her brothersâ or sistersâ children. Her son â and Bobbyâs.
She waited until the sound of Andyâs car engine died away, before taking the letter from her pocket and handing it to her father.
Her father read the letter before returning it to her. âDo you remember what you said to your mother and me when we brought you back from America?â
âI remember confessing I was pregnant and being terrified of your reaction. I expected a scene. But all Mam said was, âA grandchild, how lovely.â And you said, âWeâll do whatever we can to help. Itâs your decision but I think you should finish college.ââ
âWhich you did,â he smiled. âIt took courage for you to finish your course in Swansea, Pen. Some people were still petty-minded about illegitimacy at the end of the Sixties. But to answer my question, what you actually said was, âBetter I bring my child up alone than go begging to a man who doesnât want me or his baby.â But this,â he tapped the letter in her hand, âwasnât written by a man who didnât want you. What was it, Pen? I know his disfigurement wouldnât have stopped you from marrying him. Was it his money?â
âItâs not what it seems, Dad.â
âDid he make things difficult for you? Iâve treated men whoâve been horribly maimed in the pits. Some did all they could to push their wives and girlfriends away lest love turn to pity,â he suggested astutely.
âIf that had been the problem, I believe, given time, I could have overcome it.â
âWas it his grandmother? Charlotte Brosna certainly didnât want you to see him after the accident. She couldnât wait to get you out of the States. Even bought you a flight ticket home.â
âWhich you refused to take.â She finished her coffee and set her mug on the floor.
âI didnât like the way the woman tried to assume control, not only of her grandsonâs life but my daughterâs.â He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. âBut bullying has its own reward. Charlotte Brosna reached a ripe old age.â
âAfter Bobby recovered as much as heâs ever going to, I doubt Charlotte could have stopped us from seeing one another â if weâd wanted to.â
âShe wanted Andy when she found out you were pregnant.â
âShe couldnât do anything legally without Bobbyâs permission. I have him to thank for respecting my decision to bring him up alone.â
âPen, those letters you wrote to your mother and me from America, you were besotted with Bobby Brosna. If you really meant that much to one another, I canât understand why you wouldnât let him help you to bring up Andy. Tell me, if it wasnât the accident, what really happened to separate you two?â
She couldnât answer him because the secret wasnât hers to tell.
âDo you want to talk about it, sweetheart?â
She shook her head, buying time to fight the tears pricking the back of her eyes. She didnât give herself long enough. Her voice wavered when she finally answered. âThe choices I made seemed right at the time.â
âBut not now?â
âI donât know what I feel now, Dad.â
âYou do know you have to tell Andy about his father â and this legacy.â
âNot until after heâs sat his exams.â
âThere I agree with you. Iâve seen how a little money can unhinge a teenager. But billions? Even I, at my advanced age, canât comprehend wealth on that scale.â Her father rose to his feet. âIâll leave you in peace, Pen. If you want to talk, you know where to find me. Whatever you decide, your mother and I will be behind you as weâve always been. Just one word of advice.â
She looked up at him.
âFor the first time in eighteen