EPILOGUE

 

They left Flower Hill before dark with their heads buzzing with information. They had met Ian McTaggert, a big blustery man with weather-beaten skin and striking hazel eyes. He admitted that he had looked up the Cassidys because he wanted to hear about Robert and follow his progress.

“I am so happy,” Diana said, looking at Robert.

“Me too,” Robert replied and squeezed her hand in his as he navigated the road.

Tara had turned off on the road to Montego Bay, where she lived, but had insisted that Diana call her as soon as she reached home.

“I am so happy I have a sister to say that to,” she had said seriously, and Diana had hugged her hard. She knew that she and Tara would never be separated again. She could feel that they were forging the bond of a lasting friendship.

“It was full circle for both of us,” Diana whispered. “I came to Jamaica and I solved the mysteries of our beginnings.”

“Ah, yes,” Robert said with relief, “and I am not your brother, though we share one.”

“So where do we go from here? I feel exhausted,” Diana uttered.

“Well, we live happily ever after,” Robert said with glee, “and we still have that family reunion to go to next Friday.”

“Okay,” Diana said. She grinned and kissed his cheek. “First, I have to tell my father that I am extending my holiday to about fifty years or so, and then I’ll tell my grandmother that she is a remarkable woman, and her meddling in the lives of my siblings was well appreciated. Then we live happily ever after.”

“And I will tell my mother that McTaggert is my biological father and that I share a brother with you, and that you are going to be living in Jamaica with me for the next fifty years or so.”

“Interesting times are ahead,” Diana said, grinning as she wound down the window, feeling the late evening sun on her cheeks.

 

THE END