Aidan – The Doherty Mafia Read Online Savannah Rylan

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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)

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Aidan - The Doherty Mafia

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Savannah Rylan

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She left. Without even thinking to say goodbye.
All those years ago. I thought I was done with those feelings.
But then she walks back in my life, and BOOM.
They're back. As hot as ever.
But Leah's hiding things, I can tell.
And when she drops a bomb on our relationship,
I don't know if we'll ever recover.
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I sat at a window seat, looking out at the scenes passing me by. It was all a blur, my eyes didn’t focus on anything in particular.

I knew this terrain by heart, even though I hadn’t been back home in over five years.

But I guess you don’t forget the place you were born. The place you grew up.

The train inched closer to the station and everything looked familiar. It felt familiar. I even recognized the smells lingering in the air.

After five years of living as far away from my hometown as I possibly could—I was back.

Even though I didn’t want to be.

I didn’t keep in touch with my family, and I figured they preferred it that way.

After all, I was the daughter who had embarrassed and insulted them. I had brought shame to the family by getting pregnant out of wedlock.

Hadn’t they taught me better?

Hadn’t they tried to drill it in my head to keep my legs shut?

Wasn’t God watching all the time?

I was in high school and my parents were religious.

And when I say that, I don’t say it lightly. I mean—Grace before every meal and praying on your knees before bed every night and waking up and crossing yourself in gratitude to God for letting you live another day.

Yeah, my parents were those people.

Church going and saintly. I was their only child and they hoped I would honor them by living a life of religion and good manners too.

For a few years in my early childhood—that was all the life I knew.

That was until I met Aidan. Then, everything changed and I was officially ‘spoiled’.

The train stopped at the station at the same moment that Aidan’s name entered my thoughts. I was glad for it. Glad for the distraction. I had tried very hard for all these years to keep him off my mind. To not say his name aloud.

Instead, as I grabbed my bag and stepped off the train, I tried to recount the phone conversation I had with the nurse five days ago.

I had just returned from a twelve hour shift at the nursing home. I was tired, exhausted and just needed a shower. So when the lady on the phone told me she was looking for Belinda Michael’s daughter—I almost laughed and hung up the phone.

I never thought of myself that way anymore—as Belinda or James Michael’s daughter.

I was just Leah.

The lady on the phone spoke fast, telling me how the cancer was detected very late and had spread to almost all my mother’s vital organs, which were consistently and systematically failing her. She didn’t have long to live.

My father had died three years before from a sudden heart attack that nobody saw coming. I wasn’t invited to his funeral.

I didn’t know what the nurse wanted from me now, and I remained silent through most of that phone call.

“So, will you come? She is all alone here with nobody to visit her in her last hours. Will you come and be with your mother?” the nurse asked.

I ended the call before I burst into tears.

I didn’t know how long my mother had to live and I hadn’t decided how long I’d be staying in town.

The good news was that I had all my vacation days saved up. I never took a day off. My manager at the nursing home was so pleased to hear that I was finally taking some time off, she suggested I take as much time as I needed.

I had to give up my apartment because I couldn’t afford rent as well as pay for accommodations here.

Before I got here, I managed to find a serviced apartment near the hospital I could rent for a few weeks. It was going to be expensive and I wasn’t sure I could even afford it—but now that I’d made the decision to spend the last days with my mother, it had to be done.

I went to the apartment from the station directly. Took a shower. Got something to eat.

Basically, I tried to do everything I could to delay going to see her at the hospital. I knew I couldn’t avoid it forever but I felt like I wasn’t prepared. The last five days were not enough to prepare me to see her after all these years, in this condition.