A/N: I don't own them. Just borrowing them for awhile.
The Internet Connection
The ominous glow of the computer monitor is the only light in the room where he sits, alone, and forces himself to look at the screen one more time. There, in front of him – a response he has feared – the result of his most recent internet search. Why did I run this? What was there to gain? But, it is too late now, in oh so many ways. The words jump at him from the screen: Max Cavanaugh's obituary.
Knowing that one day he might get this kind of hit, and dreading the very thought of it hasn't stopped him from needing to know. His computer skills no longer being on par with Nigel's and internet searches being the most sophisticated method he has had of getting the information he desires, these searches have been the only way he has allowed himself to keep track of her.
The article is not long and with tremendous effort he continues to read, his heart racing as he reaches the end. The death of that giant-of-an-Irishman is difficult to come to grips with; however, that isn't the worst of it. That isn't the part of the obituary that just brought home how terribly he has messed everything up, the aspect that has made his stomach churn and his throat tighten, the element that has made it glaringly clear how very, very wrong he has been.
The component of the obituary that has just rocked the very foundation of his world isn't in the details of Max's demise; it is in the list of survivors. Max, it seems, is survived by a daughter, Jordan Cavanaugh, and a grandson, Wilson Hoyt Cavanaugh.