Silas sat alone in the cold bare room waiting patiently for the door to open. The prison guard had escorted him from his cell to the interrogation room several minutes ago. He was sure they were deliberately having him wait to make him sweat, but it wasn't any good. He could take anything the police tried to throw at him.
He looked up, slightly amused as Logan entered the room and waited calmly for him to speak first.
"So you're Silas Rochester? Also known as Sebastian Barrett?"
"That's right."
"You have quite a colorful past."
"What of it?"
"It might be of use to me."
Silas looked up and raised an eyebrow with interest. "How's that?"
"Years ago, when you were thought dead, it was a local crime organization that was behind it, wasn't it?" When Silas shrugged noncommittally, "What can you tell me about them?"
"What makes you think I know anything about any crime organization and if I did, why would I want to talk about it with you?"
"I can't make any specific guarantees, but if you help me out, I promise I'll speak up on your behalf and there's more than a good chance that the judge will go easier on you if he knows you've been cooperating with the police.
"If you can't make any guarantees, neither can I, but grant me a few little favors first and I'll see what I can do."
"What sort of favors?"
"First of all, there's someone I want to see."
"Thanks for inviting me out today," Cassie said as she and Eileen waited in line at the local coffee shop. "I really needed to get out for awhile."
"No problem," Eileen replied. "After what happened I'm sure you could use a distraction. And I know I needed some company too."
"You know about what happened?" Cassie asked, surprised.
"Yeah, the police told us all about it. My house was one of those that your dad broke into. I'm so sorry about your dad. I can't imagine what it must be like for you. How are you doing?"
"Oh . . .my dad," Cassie said, realizing they were thinking of two different things. "Yeah, it's been a shock that he came back again and that he tried to do such terrible things, but I'm doing ok. How about you? I'm so sorry he went after you too."
"I was really scared," Eileen admitted. "But I'm alright . . . What did you think I was talking about? Did something else happen?"
"Sort of. My mind has been on Blaine. I thought he and I were getting closer, but he's decided to go back to Reese and see if they can patch things up."
"I'm sorry." Eileen offered her sympathy.
"Me too. But he's willing to give up having children for her. I don't know what I can do to compete with that."
"Probably nothing. Besides love isn't something you have to win. It just is."
"I know it is. I just wish he could see what I see. That's always been the hardest thing about my life. Other people not seeing what I see."
Reese walked slowly through the house in a daze. Lack of sleep and overwhelming fear had left her barely able to function. She laid a hand over her stomach, unable to believe she was really going to have a baby. She turned sideways, caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and nearly started to cry. She didn't want this.
She lived her whole life without a family, without anyone to love or even feel close to . . .until she met Blaine that is. She thought she wanted to know about her family, but when she learned the awful story about her past she was devastated. Blaine had been there for her then, as always, and though she cared for him deeply and even loved him in a way, she wasn't sure that it was enough, even now. She wondered if she was just meant to be alone, if she wasn't able to love anyone the way they deserved to be loved, including the unborn child.
"I can't do this," she thought. "I don't want to do this, especially not on my own." She prayed that the doctors had made a mistake, that it would all just go away and things would be back to the way they were.
Reese jumped, abruptly startled out of her thoughts as someone knocked on the door. She didn't know who would be dropping by to see her, there wasn't anyone she particularly wanted to see, but she took a moment to look herself over in the mirror and make sure she was composed before going to the door.
Before opening the door, she peeked outside to see who was there. She drew back, feeling sick to her stomach when she saw Blaine waiting anxiously on the porch. She stood frozen. Not wanting to see him, she wondered if she should just ignore him and wait for him to go away, but when he knocked again, she hesitantly opened the door.
"Hey," Blaine greeted her shyly. "Can we talk?"
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