I’ve made room for him in my dwelling. Room for him in my life. Now all I want is room for him to work at what he’s greatest at, but when tomorrow doesn’t pan out, at the very least I’ve tried my hardest for him.

Mum joins me on the headland, near the place a honeymoon tent as soon as stood for Marc’s photographs. Now that creamy canvas model of five-star luxurious isn’t in that sheltered hole under us. Smaller visitor tents stand in a circle there this night, dusted with fairy lights and what should be pixie magic, they give the impression of being so enchanted.

One in all my very own pixies says, “It’s all stunning, love.” She additionally grabs my hand the subsequent time Hayden whoops, and a dance ground lights up underneath our toes, strobes flashing so brilliant they should be seen all the best way to Kara-Enys. All we want is music.

I get one other want granted then, God assist me—disco beats pump earlier than switching for one thing slower, and I’m nonetheless not a pure dancer, however with Mum smiling up at me I don’t journey over my toes. I swing her in circles, and if anybody had instructed me I’d be this filled with optimism whereas this near the cliffs, I wouldn’t have believed them.

Now I solely have a single want left for yet another individual I’d swing in sluggish circles on this dance ground if I had the possibility to. I ship that want as much as the place the primary night star winks over Excessive Tor.

It’s early for a star to be so brilliant.

It could’t be Venus—it’s the mistaken a part of the sky for that low-hanging planet. Tonight, this lone star will get greater, solely it isn’t the primary star of the night. It isn’t Venus both.

It’s a lightweight mounted to a helicopter, the whomp of its rotors drowning out the music earlier than taking pictures overhead on its option to Kara-Enys.

I make a silent promise whereas spinning Mum away within the different path.

I’ll take Noah over there to go to. Take him as many locations as I can. Present him that there’s an entire different world outdoors of that fucking hellhole property, if Social Companies agree that kinship care right here is his most suitable choice. However first I’ll preserve him protected on the farm for an entire summer time, solely I received’t wrap him up in cottonwool like I attempted with Lukas.

I ship that promise up too, despite the fact that there aren’t stars out but to want on, not till one returns, coming from a seaward path this time.

Rex Heligan circles again, that brilliant gentle blinding, the whomp of rotors drowning out the music once more as he lands, and I might have made a presentation for the person who will get out weeks sooner than I anticipated the second these rotors cease turning.

I might have.

I might have stood in entrance of nonetheless many individuals it took to show he’s obtained a lot to offer, and never solely to Cornwall, even when I needed to stutter and stumble right through.

I might have made that pitch for him.

Now I received’t should.

Marc sprints, possibly as quick I did that point I believed he’d fall earlier than I reached him. Tonight he leaps, and I catch him.

I’ve felt aid a number of instances in my life. It’s straightforward to record them with him in my arms. I don’t want to talk them aloud—unimaginable anyway whereas we’re kissing—however I see each second. There’s when Lukas survived his process. Then there’s Noah doing the identical, a blade pulled from Marc’s coronary heart too, I wager. I do know that feeling, and I’m washed with aid over again as a result of, sure, I might have made Marc’s presentation for him, however he’ll do it so a lot better.

Lights flash. Music resumes. Others be part of us to bop, and I don’t suppose life can get any higher.

Then it does. We stand between swaying {couples}, and my coronary heart comes near exploding.

“The safeguarding group agreed.” Marc’s breath coasts my ear earlier than he turns me so I see a boy bookended between two Heligans. “Noah’s staying.”

We don’t dance for lengthy—Noah’s drained, and this celebration is a trial run, not the actual deal, however everybody agrees to return again tomorrow night.

“May as properly benefit from all of it, proper?” I inform the final man to depart. “Provide you with all an actual social gathering to say thanks.” I shake Hayden’s hand, not letting go of Marc’s whereas I do it, however I don’t suppose Hayden holds that towards me. He in all probability sees that I can’t assist it—that I nonetheless can’t imagine that Marc’s right here.

I inform him so the second Noah’s settled, already sleeping with Jess on guard on the finish of his mattress, and Mum standing by downstairs in case he wakes up. “Simply when you two catch up.” She virtually shoves us out into the yard, and I don’t know if Marc hears her whisper, “Lead and observe, keep in mind,” however he lets me take the lead again to the place that helicopter landed.

“I can’t imagine you probably did this.” He explores that borrowed ring of visitor tents, fairy lights glittering like his eyes. “Couldn’t imagine it when Lukas instructed me what you had been planning both.”

I’ll should thank my brother later for bringing us collectively for a second time. Or kill him for spilling a secret designed to not elevate hopes. For now I concentrate on Marc. On his response. On the query he asks.

I’ll spend the remainder of my life ensuring he doesn’t ever should second-guess once more.

“You really need me right here, don’t you?” He additionally asks, “The place’s the honeymoon tent?” He solutions his personal query, his flip to steer, however I’ve by no means had an issue with following Marc. Have a look at the place it’s led me up to now. I’d observe him eternally—even in tonight’s darkness. I received’t stumble, not when he is aware of this land in addition to I do.

We go by way of an archway collectively. This one is pure, manufactured from tree boughs main into the woods. That outdated oak at its centre remains to be the tallest on my land. The clearing it stands in can be fairly tomorrow, filled with wildflowers and daylight. Tonight it’s one other spot of moonlit magic, the honeymoon tent ringed by greater than fairy lights. Marc additionally circles it. Then he seems to be up.

“So many stars, Stef.”

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