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thinking.”
She grabbed her children, bringing them into another
hug. I wondered if she had any idea how lucky they were. I wondered
what she would say if she knew what Sean had done to Ryan and me. I
wondered if she’d even care.
Sarah stood at the sound of a teakettle whistle. She
had put on the water, informing us that tea would be calming, and we could all
use a little calm for this sort of conversation. She really was a sweet
girl.
“Joseph,” I looked to my husband’s doppelgänger, “did anyone
give you a reason as to why you were taken? Did anyone suggest anything
or ask you to do anything?”
Joseph quickly looked to his mother, but then pulled away
from her clutch, “No one would tell us. We asked, but no one said
anything.”
Anne Marie looked to me before responding. “I’m still
trying to figure that out too, my love. The important thing is that
you’re home, and you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
Sarah set a cup of tea in front of all of us. I went
to take a sip, but quickly stopped myself. I shouldn’t be drinking
caffeine. “What kind of tea is this?”
“Chamomile.” She smiled.
“Wonderful. Thank you Sarah.” As I took a sip of
the warming drink, I felt the tension of the room. I felt my mind spin
with everything that had happened. I felt the overwhelming sense of guilt
for bringing these two innocent children into my mess.
“Grace, are you all right?” Sarah had put her hand on
my knee. I didn’t realize I had been crying. They had nothing to do
with this. They were blameless victims brought into this game only
because Sean knew he had taken out any other players that might have been the
least bit important to us.
“Yes.” I nodded, placing my hand on hers. “I’m
just happy you’re okay. The man who took you… or at least the man who
told those two guys to take you… he’s not usually that… kind.”
“You know him?”
Up until then, Joseph and Sarah hadn’t been made aware of my
part in all of this. Anne Marie simply told them my name, but nothing
about their brother or our involvement with Sean. They didn’t know that I
was the reason they were held in a basement for the better part of a
week. The two of them stared at me, overly interested. There was
something on their faces that I couldn’t read, something odd.
“Yeah, I know him. He, um, well…” How could I explain
our relationship? How could I tell them what he did to me? How I
knew first hand that they were lucky to be alive? I felt my hand shake as
I brought it to my neck. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt,
revealing the beginning of my scar. “He doesn’t always play fair.”
When I looked up, Anne Marie was staring straight into my
eyes. For the first time since she met me, I saw understanding and
openness. Part of her even looked like she cared.
“Grace… he did this… he did this to you?”
I softly nodded.
“Grace, I had no idea.” She uttered.
“I didn’t expect you to.”
“Did he? What else did he…?”
She didn’t finish, but I also didn’t answer. I wasn’t
there for a pity party. I wanted to run away. I wanted this to all
be over.
Joseph looked to both of us. “Who? Who did that
to you?”
Anne Marie shook her head, and I didn’t answer him.
Sarah stole my attention again. “Wait, who are you?”
I looked to Sarah and Joseph and then to Anne Marie who this
time nodded for me to continue. “Well, as you know, my name is
Grace. I, um…” Did these kids even know about their mother’s life before
she left James Cassidy? Did they know about motorcycle clubs? Did
they know about the war between the Cupids and the Shadows? I
had to assume not, considering the distain Anne Marie Carter felt toward it
all. How could I simplify my involvement so they would understand?
“My husband and I had a pretty
She grabbed her children, bringing them into another
hug. I wondered if she had any idea how lucky they were. I wondered
what she would say if she knew what Sean had done to Ryan and me. I
wondered if she’d even care.
Sarah stood at the sound of a teakettle whistle. She
had put on the water, informing us that tea would be calming, and we could all
use a little calm for this sort of conversation. She really was a sweet
girl.
“Joseph,” I looked to my husband’s doppelgänger, “did anyone
give you a reason as to why you were taken? Did anyone suggest anything
or ask you to do anything?”
Joseph quickly looked to his mother, but then pulled away
from her clutch, “No one would tell us. We asked, but no one said
anything.”
Anne Marie looked to me before responding. “I’m still
trying to figure that out too, my love. The important thing is that
you’re home, and you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
Sarah set a cup of tea in front of all of us. I went
to take a sip, but quickly stopped myself. I shouldn’t be drinking
caffeine. “What kind of tea is this?”
“Chamomile.” She smiled.
“Wonderful. Thank you Sarah.” As I took a sip of
the warming drink, I felt the tension of the room. I felt my mind spin
with everything that had happened. I felt the overwhelming sense of guilt
for bringing these two innocent children into my mess.
“Grace, are you all right?” Sarah had put her hand on
my knee. I didn’t realize I had been crying. They had nothing to do
with this. They were blameless victims brought into this game only
because Sean knew he had taken out any other players that might have been the
least bit important to us.
“Yes.” I nodded, placing my hand on hers. “I’m
just happy you’re okay. The man who took you… or at least the man who
told those two guys to take you… he’s not usually that… kind.”
“You know him?”
Up until then, Joseph and Sarah hadn’t been made aware of my
part in all of this. Anne Marie simply told them my name, but nothing
about their brother or our involvement with Sean. They didn’t know that I
was the reason they were held in a basement for the better part of a
week. The two of them stared at me, overly interested. There was
something on their faces that I couldn’t read, something odd.
“Yeah, I know him. He, um, well…” How could I explain
our relationship? How could I tell them what he did to me? How I
knew first hand that they were lucky to be alive? I felt my hand shake as
I brought it to my neck. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt,
revealing the beginning of my scar. “He doesn’t always play fair.”
When I looked up, Anne Marie was staring straight into my
eyes. For the first time since she met me, I saw understanding and
openness. Part of her even looked like she cared.
“Grace… he did this… he did this to you?”
I softly nodded.
“Grace, I had no idea.” She uttered.
“I didn’t expect you to.”
“Did he? What else did he…?”
She didn’t finish, but I also didn’t answer. I wasn’t
there for a pity party. I wanted to run away. I wanted this to all
be over.
Joseph looked to both of us. “Who? Who did that
to you?”
Anne Marie shook her head, and I didn’t answer him.
Sarah stole my attention again. “Wait, who are you?”
I looked to Sarah and Joseph and then to Anne Marie who this
time nodded for me to continue. “Well, as you know, my name is
Grace. I, um…” Did these kids even know about their mother’s life before
she left James Cassidy? Did they know about motorcycle clubs? Did
they know about the war between the Cupids and the Shadows? I
had to assume not, considering the distain Anne Marie Carter felt toward it
all. How could I simplify my involvement so they would understand?
“My husband and I had a pretty
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