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Chapter 31 – The Visitor

Lonnie clutched her daughter’s hand as she walked through the formidable doors of the hospital. All she knew about the place was it was the

After three years of years of silence Lonnie comes home to find her father fighter for his life in the hospital, her mom barely holding it together and she hasn't even spoken to her brother yet. Will she be able to put aside her hard feelings to be of benefit to her family? The next chapter of Knights of Hope is available on my WP Blog if you want to read it now. It will be added to the queue.

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“Yep,” Nathan replied with a frown. “But Van cleared my name and the rest is history.” The red haired toddler walked over to the girl who was crying in the corner and tilted her head. “Oh, can you help me? Once she calms down we can talk better.”

“Right,” Samara said. She walked over to the girls and crouched onto the floor by them. “Hi, my name is Samara. What’s yours?”

“Kennedy,” The red haired girl replied. She was more well adjusted than the other girl. Perhaps because she was here much longer? It broke Samara’s heart to think these girls had been taken from their families. “She Marcy!”

“Kennedy and Marcy,” Samara said. “Wow, very pretty names for very pretty girls. Are you girls scared?” Marcy sniffled and nodded her head. “Do you miss your mom?”

“Yes,” Marcy said through bubbled sobs. “I want my mommy!”

“Your mommy is coming to get you,” Samara reassured the girl. She hoped this was true. “But until then do you think you can hang out with me and Mr.Nathan?” The girl looked hesitant. “What if I sing you a song?” Samara moved closer to Marcy and began to hum Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

From the corner of her eye Samara could see Nathan watching her with curiosity. It seemed they were both in a tough predicament. Perhaps if they worked together, there’d be a way to end it. For now though, her top priority was making sure these girls were safe.

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Nodding Marcy took his hand “he had bad dream. Like me.”

“Lonnie?” Trebor asked frowning up at her as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. “This little girl? She’s your daughter?”

“What if she is?” her tone was brittle as ice.

“”I’m so sorry you had to go through all of this alone,” he murmured, struggling to sit up. “I’m sorry I made it impossible for you to come home. To ask for help.. ”

She blinked like she couldn’t believe her ears. She had thought all she wanted was to hear her brother apologize to her. To admit he was wrong. Now she realized it wasn’t what she wanted. Not really. “I should have come home. I was stupid,” her face crumpled as she fought the sobs forcing their out. Her shoulders shook “if I hadn’t let my pride get in the way…”

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“Hey,” Trebor stood from the bed, knees bowing with the effort. “Don’t cry,” he soothed.

Her hands reached for him “I’ve missed you so much.” Out of all the things she thought she’d say those words were not it. But it was true. She had missed him. More than she realized.

Pulling her close, he hugged her tight “I’ve missed you too.”

Melting into his embrace, she remembered how sofe she’d always felt near him. Like they could conquer the world as long as they were together. Why had she ever doubted him? She could feel how weak he was. The way she was holding more of his weight than he was. The bruises, though fading, are still horrific. Anger boiled to the surface. She wanted to hunt down that woman who did this to him. For the first time she understood what drove Shania into pulling the trigger. At least Marcy didn’t have to worry about her kidnapper coming back for her.

“I hear I’m an auntie,” she grinned, helping back into bed. She saw the anguish in his eyes and she realized he had spent days mourning his son while being tortured. One way or another she was going to find that woman and end her. She knew exactly where to start. The undercover officer was in a room right here in the hospital.

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The door to his room swung open, a silhouette of a woman appeared talking over her shoulder “found her.” Stepping inside the room, the door slowly closing behind her.

Instinctively Trebor tried to shield the little girl, throwing his arms around her. His heart pounding inside his chest, sure that the woman was there to take them both and he couldn’t let that happen.

Flipping the light on, the woman stood with her hands on her hips staring down at the little girl. “How many times have I told you not to run off? You have to wait for mommy.”

“I’m sorry mommy,” the little girl’s bottom lip quivered as she stepped out of Trebor’s sheltering embrace.

A smile softened the woman’s face, erasing lines of worry and stress. “Were you in a hurry to meet your uncle?” she asked, nodding towards Trebor.

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“Me too,” he murmured once again that little two year old boy cowering in the corner, calling for his mommy and daddy and wondering why they didn’t come. The memories felt like a weight upon his chest, crushing the air from his lungs, squeezing, hurting.

“Did the bad man tooked you?” she leaned her chin on the bed, peering up at him.

“Bad woman,” he confided in her, a bond neither of them deserved or wanted. He reached a hand out, stroking the top of her head, it shook but she didn’t seem to mind. He wanted to wrap her up somewhere safe but he knew only too well the nightmares found you anywhere even in the arms of the one you trusted most. You weren’t safe anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” he leaned across the bed, giving the top of her head a kiss.

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His eyes fell on a worried little face who had long hair the same color as his dad’s. His thoughts turned to the last time he’d seen him, running towards him, shouting. Reaching Braylin as the moment a bang shattered the air around them. If he’d been a little slower, a fraction of a second later and it would have been Braylin fighting for his life. “Who?” he croaked at the little girl staring up at him.

Marcy put a hand out, patting his “I dream of the bad man too.”

Her words sent a shiver of shock down his spine. His fingers clutched at the blanket, pulling up around his shoulders “bad man?” he asked.

Nodding she leaned in close as if afraid someone would overhear what she had to say. “The bad man tooked me away.” Tears shimmered in her eyes “I wanted mommy but they wouldn’t let me go home.”

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“I think he’d like that,” Verity stretched out her hand, smiling when Marcy slipped her little hand in hers. “Maybe your mom would like to sing with us?”

Lonnie nodded, blinking fast as her hand gripped her mother’s. Their voices were a little quivery as they sang a song they all knew well. One that Verity had sung many times to Lonnie to help her sleep better after waking up from frequent nightmares.

When the song was over Verity leaned in close, whispering so that Marcy wouldn’t hear her. “When you’re ready you can tell me anything. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Thanks,” Lonnie sniffed, leaning into her mom taking comfort from her even without saying a word.