Coming Home: An uplifting feel good novel with family secrets at its heart

She gave him a pinch. ‘I didn’t expect to be staying here in Cornwall.’ She looked over to Kit who was staring into rock pools. ‘You do like him, don’t you?’

‘I’ve known him less than a day, but I’ve managed to spill all the family secrets and get blind drunk with him. What is there not to like?’

‘He’s a nice person,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘I really like him.’

Kit turned from the rock pools and looked up. ‘My ears are burning.’

‘They should be,’ laughed Henry. ‘Are your intentions towards my sister honourable?’

‘Not altogether,’ smiled Kit, walking towards them.

Henry turned to his sister. ‘And is that all right with you?’

‘Very,’ she said, catching Kit’s hand.

That evening the three of them lay sprawled around the lounge watching a movie on Netflix, full of Ella’s cottage pie that she’d had ready in the fridge. Henry was on an armchair, Kit and Ella snuggled on the sofa, when they heard a key in the lock and the familiar sound of eight dog feet, tapping on the hall floor as they rushed to the door, then a voice calling, ‘The bloody roads are full of idiots! Terrible roadworks on the A38 and I’m absolutely starving.’ A tall handsome man appeared at the door followed by two Afghan hounds that strolled in and flopped on the nearest rug. He surveyed the empty plates on the coffee table. ‘Bugger. Have you already eaten?’

Kit and Ella jumped up. ‘There’s plenty left. I’ll warm some up,’ Ella said as Kit made the introductions. ‘Adam, may I introduce you to Ella’s brother Henry? Henry, this is my cousin, Adam. He’s the landlord.’

Henry and Adam shook hands and Ella returned from the kitchen with a steaming bowl of cottage pie. ‘Darling, sit down and eat while I give Celia and Terry their supper.’

‘You’re an angel.’ He kissed Ella’s hand as she passed him, taking the dogs with her.

‘So,’ said Adam, settling into his chair and blowing on a forkful of food, ‘I’ve heard a lot about you, Henry. At last we are able to give you the once-over.’

‘I rather thought I was here to give Kit the once-over, actually,’ Henry laughed.

‘And the verdict?’ asked Adam, munching.

‘Not bad at all.’

‘We have bonded over gin and pizza,’ smiled Kit. ‘Anyone fancy a beer?’

Henry rubbed his chin. ‘My liver is feeling a lot better, so yes please.’

‘That’s the spirit.’ Kit went to the kitchen.

‘What happened last night?’ asked Adam, wiping a drop of gravy from his chin.

Henry sat back in his chair and wondered how to explain. ‘I don’t know if Ella has told you that we were brought up by our grandparents?’

Adam, concentrating on his food, nodded. ‘Yep. Your disappearing mother has featured large over the last few months. The business of tracking her down for your grandmother’s will?’

‘Well, they’ve found her,’ sighed Henry.

Adam swallowed his mouthful. ‘Is that why you got hammered last night? Well, that’s great.’

Henry stayed silent.

‘Or is it?’ asked Adam.

‘Ella thinks it’s great but I really want nothing to do with our mother, our grandmother’s money or … anything.’

Kit came back with Ella, each carrying two cold bottles of beer. Celia and Terry loafed behind them.

Adam took his beer from Ella. ‘Henry’s just told me about your mum.’

Ella looked anxious. ‘Her turning up? It’s early days and quite difficult to get our heads round, isn’t it, Henry.’

‘Not yours.’

‘Let’s not start all that again,’ said Kit.

Adam scooped up the last mouthful of cottage pie and put his plate down on the floor, pushing Terry’s inquisitive nose out of it. ‘So, Henry, you’re staying here, are you?’

‘If that’s okay with you?’

‘Oh, fine. I’m off again tomorrow, got a couple of weeks training in St Thomas’s A & E. Serious trauma stuff in case of terror attacks. You can use my room.’

Ella saw Henry’s puzzlement. ‘Adam is a doctor, Henry. A very good one.’

‘You can trust me,’ laughed Adam.

Kit grabbed the television remote and unfroze the film they had been watching. ‘Let’s forget about all that tonight.’ He picked up his beer and put his feet on Celia to tickle her tummy. ‘Tonight we relax. Cheers.’

Henry left for London after breakfast the next morning. Ella had packed a pasty and a coffee flask in a cardboard and put it on the back seat of the taxi.

‘That should keep you going.’ She leant through the front window and kissed him. ‘I love you, bro. Come back soon.’

‘As soon as I can, but the office is really busy at the moment.’

‘But the profit is good?’ Ella raised her eyebrows, mocking him.

‘Recession? What recession?’ He tweaked her nose the way he knew annoyed her. ‘The old Ruskies are still buying lumps of prime London real estate, lucky for me.’

Ella rubbed her nose crossly. ‘Drive carefully.’

‘I will, and Ella, thank you for saying you won’t see that woman.’

‘Mum.’

‘Whatever. She can come, take the money and go. She doesn’t deserve to see us.’

‘It’ll be okay.’

Kit came forward and leant on the car roof. ‘Come and see us again soon.’

‘And you look after my sister.’ Henry said. ‘She’s had enough crap in her life. She doesn’t need more.’