Andy McDermott - The Midas Legacy

‘I’m fine,’ she said, trying not to cry. ‘Oh God! I was so scared. When did babysitting become so dangerous?’

‘Welcome to our world,’ said Nina.

‘No offence, but you might want to find someone else in future.’

‘We won’t be needing anyone. Not any more.’ She nuzzled her daughter. ‘It’s okay, Macy, everything’s okay.’

‘Are you sure, Mommy?’ Macy asked.

She looked at Eddie, who smiled. ‘Yeah, I’m sure, honey. Come on. Let’s go home.’

Nina strolled through the idyllic calm of Central Park’s Shakespeare Garden. It was a beautiful spring morning, the sun climbing in a clear sky and casting a warm light over the carefully maintained flora.

She was in a mood to match the day. Everything had returned to normal — at least, as normal as anything could be in a household containing a three-year-old — and both she and Eddie were well on their way to recovering from the physical wounds of their recent trials.

The mental wounds were another matter, but while her husband preferred to deal with them simply by spending time with Macy, she had her own form of therapy. A third book was already well under way, and she had been approached to produce — or even present — a television documentary series about her archaeological discoveries, an offer that was extremely tempting as it would let her correct the fictionalisations of Hollywood. As for The Hunt for Atlantis itself, whatever her personal opinions of the movie, it had been a box-office hit. A sequel had already been green-lit, meaning she was due another payment from Grant Thorn’s production company. She and her family would be financially secure for some time.

All without the need for anything from the Midas Legacy.

She rounded a bend in the path to see Olivia on a bench ahead. Her grandmother waved. ‘Nina, hello!’ she said. ‘I’m so happy to see you.’

‘Hi,’ Nina replied, sitting beside her. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m as fully recovered as anyone my age can hope to be, yes. Thank you. And you?’

‘All’s good, thanks. Eddie and Macy are both fine. I’ve taken her to see a specialist a few times, but she doesn’t seem to have suffered any trauma. Thank God.’

‘Thank God,’ Olivia echoed. ‘I’m very sorry.’

‘For what?’

‘For everything that happened. If I’d simply been honest with you from the start…’

‘What’s past is past,’ said Nina, not wanting to reopen that line of discussion — or argument. Instead, she leaned back, admiring her surroundings. ‘You picked a nice place to meet,’ she said meaningfully.

‘Yes, I’d hoped you would know it.’

‘Of course.’ It was the setting for the photograph they both possessed of Olivia and her daughter. ‘Was that really the last photo of you and Mom together?’

‘It was,’ Olivia said, a little sadly. ‘She went travelling in Europe with a friend over the summer to help her get through losing her father, then started at university that fall, so I saw much less of her. And then, well…’

‘She met Dad.’

‘And my arrogance, my pride, ruined everything.’ She sighed. ‘I miss her so much, Nina. I still do, even after all this time. I wish I could go back and change things, or even just see her one more time, but… as you said, what’s past is past. “The moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall move it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”’

‘Omar Khayyam,’ said Nina, recognising the words of the Persian poet. ‘But considering where we are, maybe Lady Macbeth’s “Things without all remedy should be without regard: what’s done, is done” might have been more appropriate.’

Olivia nodded. ‘Your parents made sure you had a good education.’

‘They taught me more than I ever learned in school.’

‘I’m glad. I hope you and Eddie do the same for Macy.’

‘We will. Although,’ a wry smile, ‘I’m not sure I want to know what he’ll teach her.’

‘How to survive everything the world will throw at her,’ said Olivia, with surprising assurance. ‘Though I have no doubt that you’ll do your share in that regard as well. She’s a wonderful girl, very bright, very determined. With you two to set her on the path, she’ll go far.’ Another sigh, this one almost mournful. ‘I just wish I could be there to see it.’

‘It seems like you’ll be around for a while yet,’ Nina joked.

‘That’s not what I meant.’

‘No?’

She turned to face Nina directly. ‘After everything I’ve done, all the death and destruction that came from my keeping the truth from you — including Macy’s life being put in danger — I can’t imagine that you would ever want to see me again. And I fully accept that, and that I brought it entirely on myself. Now, I know you want nothing to do with the Legacy or its money. But it exists, so I’ve arranged for everything I have to be put into trust for Macy after I’m gone. And don’t object,’ she said, raising a hand on seeing Nina about to do so. ‘If she wants to donate every penny to charity, that’s up to her. But let her make the decision herself. I’m sure you’ll bring her up to make the best one.’

‘Thank you,’ said Nina in response to the compliment, though she was still far from happy about what she considered the Legacy’s dirty money. That disagreement could wait for another day, however, as there was something else she wanted — needed — to say. ‘But you’re wrong that I don’t want to see you again.’

Olivia was genuinely surprised. ‘Really?’

‘Really. I would like you to be a part of my life. And Macy’s. She may never have gotten to meet her grandmother, but her great -grandmother’s still there for her.’

‘I’m…’ She blinked at Nina, wiping away a small tear. ‘I don’t know what to say. I’m truly touched. And grateful.’

Nina smiled. ‘My pleasure.’

‘And mine.’ Olivia returned it. ‘Laura and Henry raised a most remarkable woman together. And I’m glad that, however long it took, I got to meet her.’

‘You say that like it’s a one-time deal. So cut it out.’ They both laughed. ‘Come with me.’ Nina stood.

‘Where are we going?’

‘Eddie’s with Macy at the Turtle Pond.’ She gestured in the direction of the small lake near the Shakespeare Garden. ‘We thought you might like to join us for lunch.’

‘I… Of course.’ Olivia took her proffered hand and stood, a little unsteady on her frostbitten feet. ‘I’d be honoured.’

‘Good. Because I don’t want to make the same mistake that you and Mom did.’ She linked an arm with her grandmother’s, and they set off down the sunlit path together. ‘Whatever else may have happened, you’re still part of my family. And my family always sticks together.’

‘What’re you doing, honey?’ asked Laura Wilde, entering her bedroom to find her daughter stretched across the bed.

Nina took off her Walkman headphones, the tinny sounds of Ace of Base escaping, and rolled over. ‘I was looking at these old photos.’ A large shoebox full of pictures was beside her.

Laura glanced at the wardrobe where the box normally resided. ‘Were you trying on my shoes again?’ she said with a smile. ‘I’ve told you before, you’re too young for high heels.’

‘Ugh, Mom, I’m fourteen ,’ Nina said, rolling her eyes. ‘But high heels aren’t my thing. They wouldn’t be much use on a dig! No, I was looking for the pictures from Morocco — you know, where you found my pendant.’ She fingered the scrap of oddly tinted metal that Laura and her husband had found on an unsuccessful attempt to uncover clues to the location of Atlantis six years earlier.