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Threads: The Island Chapter 2

... with looks and gestures at the other end of the phone, something they'd done for as far back as he could remember. "You sure, son?" "Yeah, Dad. You and Mom go on your trip." "You sure you're not pissed at us for not telling you?" His Dad asked bluntly, as was his way. Kyle sighed. "Honestly, Dad. I'm not angry. I'm a bit shocked, and I can't say I won't be angry in the future, but if I get angry I know where to find you." "That you do, son," His father replied. "You just pick up that phone and we'll come right back so you can vent your fury for as long as you need." "Can I just ask, why didn't you tell me?" "There was never a good time for it, honey," His Mom replied. "How do you bring something like that up in conversation?" "Besides, you would have asked who your parents were, and we would have had to lie directly to your face, son," His Dad added. "We just couldn't figure out how to tell you." "Fair enough," Kyle said, managing to sound calm while inside he just wanted to vanish somewhere quiet so he could process it all. "Have a good trip." "Love you, honey." "Love you too," Kyle finished and ended the call. He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and walked back in to see what else the lawyer had to say. "Everything okay, Mister Watson?" Mister Crowler asked as Kyle sat back down. "I don't know if I'd describe it as okay," Kyle said a moment later. "Right, I've spoken to my parents." "So you know I'm telling the truth then?" Kyle swallowed and nodded. "Bit of a ...

... shock." "I believe you. Shall I continue?" "Might as well," Kyle replied. "As he mentioned in the letter, Mister Tripps did his best to keep a discrete eye on you and your sisters while you were growing up, and he kept private files with the information for an occasion such as this. As he also said, we'd like you to come to Mister Tripps private Island, where you can meet your sisters and get to know each other without any of the constraints and pressures of the outside world." "What does that mean?" Kyle asked. "Pressures and so forth?" The old man asked. Kyle nodded, so he continued. "To give you one example, Mister Tripps was a very recognisable public figure with a long ongoing relationship with the press." Kyle nodded, having seen him at movie premieres, award shows, chat shows and in the papers too. "The press are already making enquiries about who will inherit the vast fortune of the Tripps Empire, and sooner or later someone will remember him in a hospital twenty three years ago and either do some digging, or simply open their mouth on their favourite social networking site. In todays instant-media world, it's only a matter of hours or days before you and your sisters get tracked down and beseiged by the media." "You're shitting me," Kyle blurted. "Seriously? That's what you think is going to happen?" Mister Crowler blinked. "That is what will happen, Kyle. We have experience with this." "I would have thought they'd....." Kyle trailed off, thinking about it, and he knew ...