THE BAND FADED into the background

THE BAND FADED into the background as I stared into the dark recess of my glass. Hunched over a bar stool in the corner of the bar area, I tried to disappear from the rest of the crowd.
“I’ll have what he’s drinking,” a feminine voice said behind me.
I turned slowly and found Melody Scott. She was the reason I was sitting here and sulking over a glass of Coke, rather than hiding in my apartment like I did most weekends these days.
“You’d probably be better off ordering something else,” I replied politely. “This is just soda.”
She gave me a scrutinizing look and smiled. “There’s a story, but I’m quite certain you’re not going to share it.”
That’s for damn sure.
I turned back to the bar and watched as she slid onto the stool next to me. She continued to speak with the bartender, and her legs crossed in a slow, purposeful way as if she knew I was watching her. I turned back to my glass and checked my watch.
Fuck, have I really only been here for an hour?
“You know, you could try to be a bit happier, Jude. Look around, tonight is a huge success,” Melody commented, sweeping her hand in the direction of the grand ballroom.
I’d hired Melody less than three months ago, and she’d managed to do everything I’d asked of her. When I’d returned from UCLA, I’d been broken beyond relief.
Honestly, I still was.
Seeing Lailah in that recovery room, knowing the heart beating inside her chest was no longer destroying her, had made every minute we were apart worth it. As I’d held her hand and kissed her skin, I’d known she would have such a bright future ahead of her, and it killed me to know I wouldn’t see it. Leaving her for a second time had been like leaving my soul behind.
I’d returned even more confused.
I’d done what I needed to do. Lailah’s surgery had been paid for and completed, and she was going to recover.
Couldn’t I go back now? Take what was mine and still keep the family business afloat?
As I’d stepped into Cavanaugh Investments the morning after I’d returned from L.A., I’d found my brother waiting for me.
“Dad passed away last night,” he’d said. “The board meets in thirty minutes.”
That day, I’d lost my father, and my brother and I had inherited our legacy. Everything since then had been a blur of endless meetings along with helping my family mourn a man I barely remembered and negotiating all the paperwork that had come with it.
I couldn’t go back to her.
Seeing my mother grieving over my father’s casket as it had lowered into the ground made that clear. Walking into a boardroom of middle-aged men who expected me to save this company had solidified it. I had made my decision when I called Roman, and I’d chosen my fate.
Now, I was living with it—barely.
When I’d agreed to come home, I’d told Roman things would be run differently. I’d held him to that, and since the day I’d arrived back home, I’d completely restructured how everything in the business worked financially. It wasn’t a perfectly oiled machine yet, but it was running better. We were making money again.
That was where Melody had come in.
I still remembered the look of complete shock and surprise when I’d told Roman that once we were back on our feet financially, I wanted to donate a significant percentage of our profits to charity. Not only that, but I wanted to hire someone to run the donations and also raise additional funds.
We would no longer be in it solely for the profit. We would give back.
If working in the trenches of a hospital for three years had taught me anything, it was that people were always in need.
Tonight marked the first charity ball organized by my newly hired Director of Charitable Donations, and if the one million dollars raised tonight said anything, I’d say she was good at her job.
She’d also been subtly hitting on me for weeks.
Melody saw me like the rest of the world did. With such a tragic past, I was the wounded puppy who needed to be cuddled and loved by just the right person.
Every woman on the Upper East Side thought she was just that person.
None of them were.
Warm breath tickled my ear. “Do you want to dance with me, Jude?” Melody whispered. She smelled like expensive perfume mixed with scotch.
I glanced up and met her hooded gaze. The dress she’d chosen was tight and cut low, exposing the perfect curves her body had to offer.
I felt nothing.
“I’d better go,” I answered, rising from the stool as I slapped a twenty on the table.
“But the evening just started.”
“I’ve got a pile of work waiting for me, and I still need to go visit my mom tomorrow,” I answered before adding, “Sorry. Everything is great, Melody, really. I just have to get out of here.”
I fled, loosening my bow tie as soon as I hit the cool chill of the outside, and I hailed a cab for downtown. My gut twisted as we passed a billboard sign covered in green hills, advertising Irish tourism.
Life really was cruel.
I guess no one ever said being a martyr would be easy.

My father had done one or two things right during his thirty-year rein of Cavanaugh Investments. One of those was relocating the main headquarters to its current location.
As I looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that put the New York skyline on full display, I felt a kind of kinship with the man I’d barely known. I remembered walking into his office, which was now mine, and seeing him standing in the corner with a drink in hand as he looked out at the buildings, thinking, planning, and plotting.
Family life was always split in our household. I was my mother’s child, and Roman was my father’s. It was the reason I was compassionate when my brother was greedy and the reason why I’d put myself above others when Roman would gladly just take everything for himself.
But our father had had one thing that Roman had yet to figure out. Dad had had Mom. That woman had kept his greed and need for power tethered. When it got too out of hand, she’d reel him back to earth. Granted, she could only do so much, but she was his anchor nonetheless.
My brother had nothing.
Nothing kept him tethered, and I worried that he might someday step so far over the line for something he wanted that he would get burned. Then, he’d finally understand what true loss was like.
“Somehow, I knew I’d find you here,” Roman’s deep voice said as he entered the dark office.
“Do you remember how Dad used to drink whiskey and count under his breath?” I asked without bothering to look up.
Footsteps sounded behind me until I saw the black of his tuxedo jacket out of the corner of my eye.
“Yeah, he’d stand here, just like this, and slowly sip his single malt and count. I asked him once why he did it, and he simply said it kept him sane.”
“I guess we all need something,” I commented as we continued to watch life go on beyond the glass.
“What do you need, Jude?”
I turned to him, surprised by his question. “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?” he scoffed, taking a step backward. He began to pace. “I mean, you’re spiraling, little brother. I see the work you’re doing for the company, and damn, Jude, it’s amazing, but then I find you here, late at night, like some creepy hermit. Why do I get the feeling that coming home was the last thing you wanted to do?”
“I’m here. Isn’t that all that matters?”
“No, damn it. It’s not!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “I know you might think I’m some heartless asshole, and to most people, I am. What I did to you, after Megan died—I’ve been living with that regret for years. I should have flown out there and helped you, gotten you back on your feet, done something besides think of myself.”
“What kept you? If you were so distraught over me, so filled with guilt, why didn’t you just pick up the phone or fly out and see me?”
“Because I was angry. Dad got sick. You weren’t here, and Mom—well, she couldn’t handle it all. I was suddenly everything to everyone.” He let out a choked laugh. “Cruel joke, right? The goof-off, the one everyone turns to for entertainment, was suddenly in charge of everything. They all wanted you, and all I wanted to do was prove to them just how wrong they were about me.
“When you called and said you were coming home, I thought my prayers had been answered. Finally, I could step back and be what I was supposed to be. But you know what? Those three years changed me. I can’t leave now, and I can’t stop caring about this company and the family that’s woven around it.”
I looked up at my brother as he came to a stop in the middle of the room. We looked alike in so many ways, yet we were so different.
“You can’t limit yourself to only caring for us, Roman. Eventually, you’re going to have to broaden your horizons and take in a few extras along the way.”
He ignored my words, his eyes blazing. “What did you need the money for, Jude?”
I gave an exasperated sigh. “You know that day I went to go see Mom and Dad when I first came home? Do you know what Dad said to me when I saw him?”
He shook his head. “Probably, who the hell are you? He hasn’t recognized me in over a year.”
“No,” I answered. “His eyes widened in instant recognition as I entered, and his lips puckered as he tried to find the words. Seeing him like that, so frail-looking after the many years I’d looked up to him as such a formidable man, was terrifying. It was like watching a god fall to the earth and become a mere human. It didn’t seem real.”
“I know,” he answered.
“When he finally found the words, tears wet his cheeks, and he said to me, ‘I’m so sorry, son. It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault.’ He kept repeating that phrase until the nurse had to settle him down with drugs.”
“What was his fault?” Roman asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“The accident. He sent us to California. I never came home. Mom said after he got over being angry at me for refusing to return, he fell into a deep depression, and that’s when the dementia set in.

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BAND MEMUDAR ke latar belakang sebagai aku menatap ke masa reses gelap gelas. Membungkuk di atas bar bangku di sudut bar area, saya mencoba untuk menghilang dari sisa kerumunan."Aku akan memiliki apa yang dia adalah minum," kata suara feminin di belakang saya.Aku berubah perlahan-lahan dan menemukan Melody Scott. Dia adalah alasan saya adalah duduk di sini dan akan dengan segelas Coke, daripada bersembunyi di apartemen saya seperti yang saya lakukan akhir pekan kebanyakan hari ini."Anda mungkin akan lebih baik memesan sesuatu yang lain," saya menjawab dengan sopan. "Ini adalah hanya soda."Dia menatapku meneliti dan tersenyum. "Ada cerita, tapi aku cukup yakin Anda tidak akan berbagi."Itu adalah untuk sialan yakin.Aku menoleh kembali ke bar dan menyaksikan dia meluncur ke bangku di sebelah saya. Dia terus berbicara dengan bartender, dan menyilangkan kaki Nya dalam cara yang lambat, tujuan seolah-olah dia tahu saya menonton nya. Saya kembali ke gelas dan diperiksa arloji saya.Bercinta, telah saya benar-benar hanya telah di sini selama satu jam?"Kau tahu, Anda bisa mencoba untuk menjadi sedikit lebih bahagia, Yudas. Melihat sekitar, malam ini adalah sukses besar,"melodi berkomentar, menyapu tangannya ke arah grand ballroom.Saya telah menyewa melodi kurang dari tiga bulan lalu, dan ia berhasil untuk melakukan segala sesuatu yang saya telah meminta nya. Ketika aku kembali dari UCLA, aku telah patah luar bantuan.Jujur, aku masih berada.Melihat Lailah bahwa ruang pemulihan, mengetahui TI di dalam dadanya adalah tidak lagi menghancurkan dia, telah membuat setiap menit kami itu terpisah layak. Seperti aku telah memegang tangannya dan mencium kulitnya, aku tahu dia akan memiliki seperti masa depan yang cerah dia, dan ia membunuh saya untuk mengetahui aku tidak melihatnya. Meninggalkannya untuk kedua kalinya telah seperti meninggalkan jiwaku.Saya telah kembali bahkan lebih bingung.Saya telah melakukan apa yang perlu saya lakukan. Operasi lailah's telah dibayar dan selesai, dan dia akan memulihkan.Tidak bisa saya kembali sekarang? Mengambil apa itu saya dan masih tetap mengapung bisnis keluarga?Seperti yang saya telah melangkah ke investasi Cavanaugh pagi hari setelah saya kembali dari L.A., saya akan menemukan kakak saya menunggu saya."Ayah meninggal semalam," ia katakan. "Dewan bertemu dalam tiga puluh menit."Hari itu, aku telah kehilangan ayah saya, dan saya dan adik saya telah mewarisi warisan kita. Segala sesuatu yang sejak itu telah kabur tak berujung pertemuan serta membantu keluarga saya berkabung seorang pria yang aku hampir tidak ingat negosiasi semua dokumen yang telah datang dengan itu.Saya tidak bisa kembali kepadanya.Melihat ibuku berduka atas peti ayah saya seperti itu telah menurunkan ke dalam tanah dibuat jelas. Berjalan ke Ruang Rapat orang-orang setengah baya yang mengharapkan saya untuk menyimpan perusahaan ini telah mengukuhkan itu. Saya telah membuat keputusan saya ketika saya menelepon Romawi, dan saya telah memilih nasibku.Sekarang, saya tinggal dengan itu — hampir.Ketika aku setuju untuk datang rumah, saya diberitahu Roman hal-hal yang akan dijalankan secara berbeda. Aku telah mengadakan padanya untuk itu, dan sejak hari aku tiba kembali ke rumah, saya telah benar-benar direstrukturisasi bagaimana segala sesuatu dalam bisnis bekerja secara finansial. Bukan mesin sempurna diminyaki belum, tapi itu berlari lebih baik. Kami sedang membuat uang lagi.Itu adalah mana melodi telah datang.Aku masih ingat tampilan lengkap kejutan dan kejutan ketika saya diberitahu Roma bahwa setelah kami kembali pada kaki kita secara finansial, saya ingin menyumbangkan persentase yang signifikan dari keuntungan kami untuk amal. Tidak hanya itu, tapi aku ingin mempekerjakan seseorang untuk menjalankan sumbangan dan juga meningkatkan dana tambahan.Kami tidak lagi akan di dalamnya semata-mata untuk keuntungan. Kami akan memberikan kembali.Jika bekerja di parit dari rumah sakit selama tiga tahun telah mengajari saya sesuatu, itu bahwa orang yang selalu membutuhkan.Malam ini ditandai bola amal pertama yang diselenggarakan oleh Direktur baru saya dari sumbangan amal, dan jika mengangkat satu juta dolar malam mengatakan apa-apa, aku akan mengatakan ia adalah baik pada pekerjaannya.Dia telah juga telah halus memukul saya selama berminggu-minggu.Melodi melihat saya seperti sisa dunia lakukan. Dengan demikian masa lalu yang tragis, aku sedang terluka anjing yang perlu meringkuk dan dicintai oleh orang yang tepat.Setiap perempuan di Upper East Side mengira dia hanya orang itu.Tidak satupun dari mereka itu.Hangat napas menggelitik telingaku. "Apakah Anda ingin berdansa denganku, Yudas?" Melodi berbisik. Dia berbau seperti parfum mahal yang dicampur dengan scotch.Aku melirik ke atas dan bertemu pandangan matanya berkerudung. Ia memilih gaun yang ketat dan memotong rendah, mengekspos sempurna kurva tubuhnya yang ditawarkan.Saya merasa tidak ada."Aku akan lebih baik pergi," jawabku, meningkat dari tinja sebagai aku menampar dua puluh di atas meja."Tapi malam hanya dimulai.""Aku punya setumpuk pekerjaan yang menunggu untuk saya, dan saya masih perlu untuk pergi mengunjungi ibu saya besok," Aku menjawab sebelum menambahkan, "Maaf. Semuanya besar, melodi, benar-benar. Aku hanya harus keluar dari sini."Saya lari, melonggarkan dasi kupu-kupu saya segera setelah aku memukul dinginnya dingin luar, dan aku memanggil taksi untuk pusat kota. Perutku twisted ketika kami melewati tanda billboard dibahas di perbukitan hijau, iklan pariwisata Irlandia.Hidup benar-benar adalah kejam.Saya kira tidak ada yang pernah bilang menjadi seorang martir akan mudah.Ayah saya telah melakukan hal-hal satu atau dua tepat selama nya tiga puluh tahun mengekang Cavanaugh investasi. Salah satu dari mereka adalah relokasi kantor ke lokasi saat ini.Saat saya melihat keluar dari jendela lantai ke langit-langit yang menempatkan cakrawala New York pada layar penuh, aku merasa semacam kekerabatan dengan pria yang saya telah hampir tidak dikenal. Aku ingat berjalan ke kantornya, yang sekarang tambang, dan melihat dia berdiri di sudut dengan segelas minuman di tangan seperti dia memandang keluar di gedung-gedung, berpikir, perencanaan, dan merencanakan.Kehidupan keluarga selalu dibagi dalam keluarga kami. Aku adalah anak ibu saya, dan Romawi adalah ayahku. Itu alasan saya penyayang ketika adikku serakah dan alasan mengapa aku akan menempatkan diri di atas orang lain ketika Romawi dengan senang hati hanya akan mengambil segala sesuatu untuk dirinya sendiri.But our father had had one thing that Roman had yet to figure out. Dad had had Mom. That woman had kept his greed and need for power tethered. When it got too out of hand, she’d reel him back to earth. Granted, she could only do so much, but she was his anchor nonetheless.My brother had nothing.Nothing kept him tethered, and I worried that he might someday step so far over the line for something he wanted that he would get burned. Then, he’d finally understand what true loss was like.“Somehow, I knew I’d find you here,” Roman’s deep voice said as he entered the dark office.“Do you remember how Dad used to drink whiskey and count under his breath?” I asked without bothering to look up.Footsteps sounded behind me until I saw the black of his tuxedo jacket out of the corner of my eye.“Yeah, he’d stand here, just like this, and slowly sip his single malt and count. I asked him once why he did it, and he simply said it kept him sane.”“I guess we all need something,” I commented as we continued to watch life go on beyond the glass.“What do you need, Jude?”I turned to him, surprised by his question. “What do you mean?”“What do I mean?” he scoffed, taking a step backward. He began to pace. “I mean, you’re spiraling, little brother. I see the work you’re doing for the company, and damn, Jude, it’s amazing, but then I find you here, late at night, like some creepy hermit. Why do I get the feeling that coming home was the last thing you wanted to do?”“I’m here. Isn’t that all that matters?”“No, damn it. It’s not!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “I know you might think I’m some heartless asshole, and to most people, I am. What I did to you, after Megan died—I’ve been living with that regret for years. I should have flown out there and helped you, gotten you back on your feet, done something besides think of myself.”“What kept you? If you were so distraught over me, so filled with guilt, why didn’t you just pick up the phone or fly out and see me?”“Because I was angry. Dad got sick. You weren’t here, and Mom—well, she couldn’t handle it all. I was suddenly everything to everyone.” He let out a choked laugh. “Cruel joke, right? The goof-off, the one everyone turns to for entertainment, was suddenly in charge of everything. They all wanted you, and all I wanted to do was prove to them just how wrong they were about me.“When you called and said you were coming home, I thought my prayers had been answered. Finally, I could step back and be what I was supposed to be. But you know what? Those three years changed me. I can’t leave now, and I can’t stop caring about this company and the family that’s woven around it.”I looked up at my brother as he came to a stop in the middle of the room. We looked alike in so many ways, yet we were so different.“You can’t limit yourself to only caring for us, Roman. Eventually, you’re going to have to broaden your horizons and take in a few extras along the way.”He ignored my words, his eyes blazing. “What did you need the money for, Jude?”I gave an exasperated sigh. “You know that day I went to go see Mom and Dad when I first came home? Do you know what Dad said to me when I saw him?”He shook his head. “Probably, who the hell are you? He hasn’t recognized me in over a year.”“No,” I answered. “His eyes widened in instant recognition as I entered, and his lips puckered as he tried to find the words. Seeing him like that, so frail-looking after the many years I’d looked up to him as such a formidable man, was terrifying. It was like watching a god fall to the earth and become a mere human. It didn’t seem real.”“I know,” he answered.“When he finally found the words, tears wet his cheeks, and he said to me, ‘I’m so sorry, son. It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault.’ He kept repeating that phrase until the nurse had to settle him down with drugs.”“What was his fault?” Roman asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.“The accident. He sent us to California. I never came home. Mom said after he got over being angry at me for refusing to return, he fell into a deep depression, and that’s when the dementia set in.