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Threads: The Island Chapter 2

... on you all, helping out in little ways whenever I could. Scholarships, jobs and the like. I know it's not parenting, but you and your sisters are the only family I have, even if we've never met. And that brings us round to the present. As I write this I'm dying. If you're reading this, then I'm already gone and you might have even heard about it on the news. Which brings me round to the point of all this. For twenty five years I've been building a business, an empire some would say, and along the way, tens of thousands of people have come to rely on me to keep their companies afloat, keep their jobs in place so they can raise their own families. It's a responsibility that I take seriously, which may well sound ironic to you, given that I haven't taken responsibility for raising my own children. I'd like you to meet your sisters, Katarina and Kara. I'd like the three of you to get to know each other. All that I have now belongs to the three of you. My inheritance. I'm told it's quite a sum. Mister Crowler will give you the details on what happens next, but here's the clip notes. Go to my Island in the Caribbean, get to know your sisters, learn a bit about what's being asked of you and decide what you want to do. Along the way you might even get to know a little more about me. In hope and love, Danny Tripps Kyle looked at the date on the letter, noting it was only two weeks old. Gone were the doubts that this was Ed's work. This really wasn't his style at all. The knot in his ...

... stomach was twisting as he realised he'd have to make a call and speak to his parents. He had to ask. "Would you excuse me for a couple of minutes, Mister Crowler. I need to make a call." Kyle saw the old man nod, but he was already on his way out the door. He moved on autopilot out the front doors of the building and onto the street, crowded with the usual mixture of coffee-toting office workers, shopping housewives and tourists and stepped into a doorway. He dialled. "Hey, honey." "Hi, Mom," Kyle replied, trying to keep his voice relaxed and casual. "Listen, I need to ask you something." "Okay, honey, but you'll have to be quick. Your father and I are just about to leave," She replied. Kyle could hear a car door close in the background. "Oh, right. Today's the hiking trip, right?" He heard his Mom sigh down the phone. "I swear Kyle, you never pay attention." He took a deep breath. "Mom, I need you to listen to me here, okay. I just had a visit at work from a lawyer called Mister Crowler." Kyle paused as he heard his mother shout on his father. "Ben, you need to be in on this," He heard her say. "Okay, son. What did he say?" "Mom, Dad. I've got to ask you. Am I adopted?" Kyle had his free hand held flat over his free ear, listening more intensely than he ever had in his life. The silence that stretched into seconds on the other end of the line added to the sinking feeling in Kyle's stomach. "Son, it's me," Kyle heard as his Dad came on the phone, his tone gentle. "It's true, ...