That stirred hope in Lachlan's chest and he nodded quickly, "yes! I mean I'm sure he wouldn't do it on purpose! I'll tell him. But I'm not leaving him, he means too much to me."
Right then, the doorbell rang and Stephen heaved a sigh. "Okay, why don't we call take a deep breath and I'll go pay the delivery person. We can sit down and eat a meal like a family. No one will talk about addiction right now. Iain, will you flush this down the toilet please?" he asked, handing the bag of heroin over to his eldest nephew. "And Lachlan, you're staying here until Ciaran gets home. I am not letting you out of my sight. No arguments. Set the table."
Lachlan glanced at Iain as Stephen went to answer the door, but he wasn't about to talk back to the man. "You gonna flush that?"