The final book in the trilogy of YN x Scarlett Johansson books.
The family are finally starting to heal following the apparent death of Scarlett's wife, Y/N. But is all as it seems? Does the mess get any less tangled?
Me: Could you just get your ass down here, we're going to be late!
Y/N slowly makes her way down the stairs with enough suitcases to take the whole of New York to Nevada to film the rest of the movie we're both in.
Me: We're going for 3 weeks, not a year. Y/N: What? Outfits need to be on point. Me: I'll say again, we're going for 3 weeks. You'll be on set, you don't need nice clothes. Y/N: Say it as many times as you want, outfits need to be on point...I'm not wearing sweats when I'm off work. Me: Whatever, could you let the kids know we're leaving? Y/N: You just made me hurry downstairs and now back up there to say goodbye to the kids? Are you kidding? I'm frail. Me: Yeah, yeah. Go, I'll meet you in the car.
She rolls her eyes and goes back to the kids, while Jack starts taking the suitcases to the car.
Jack: Sure you'll be okay? I can tell Frankie I'm coming. Me: We'll be fine with production security. Have a few weeks off. Jack: You know I don't like leaving you with someone else. It feels weird. Me: And we don't like cheating on you either. Go spend a few weeks with your family Jack, you've earned it.
After what seems like days of travelling, we finally arrive at our home for the next few weeks.
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Our team dump our suitcases in the rooms upstairs as I follow Y/N out onto the terrace.
Me: Doing okay in there?
But I get no response, she stares out at the water, leaning against the railing.
Me: Honey? Y/N: Hm? Me: I asked if you were okay, but I guess I just answered my question. Y/N: Sorry, just taking it all in. I'm okay. Me: Wanna tell me what's going on?
She sighs.
Y/N: Francesca got out. Me: What? How is that even possible?! Y/N: Friends in high places. Me: What're you going to do? Y/N: Nothing. You told me to leave it, so I'm leaving it. If she turns up again, I'll call Ken, she can handle it. Me: Was leaving the kids a bad idea? Y/N: No, it was a good idea. She won't go for them while I'm not there. It feeds her ego to let me watch people suffer.
I wrap my arms around her neck.
Me: She can't get to you here. Let's just have fun, work, and worry about it when we get home. Y/N: Yes ma'am.
Y/N follows me back into the house and freezes as she sees the man stood at the front door. Ollie.
Y/N: What's he doing here? Me: I asked him to come. You need to talk to each other.
She turns to me angrily.
Y/N: You know, you are unbelievable. You always just seem to think you know what I need to do or not do. If you put as much effort into doing that as you did actually understanding me, we'd have come home fine. Ollie: I just want to talk, that's all. Five minutes and I'll be out of your hair.
