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Prologue
January, 2005
Tired of her husband's repeated infidelity and the pressure that his career placed on her, Lynn Echolls disappeared. Assumingly she fell to her death from the Coronado Bridge, where her car was found.
But her son, Logan never believed that; he believed that his mother had escaped from the life that she had always hated.
Just days after Lynn's supposed suicide, as Logan had been getting ready for the memorial, he found an heirloom lighter, which Lynn had always carried with her, sitting on the top of her dresser. Inscribed on the lighter were the words 'Free at Last'.
Present day
"Higher Daddy! Push me higher!" Three year old Leah Echolls squealed in delight as her father pushed her on the swings.
"Alright, honey. Just a little higher, hold on tight," Logan said, enjoying his day off, spending the day with his two young children.
It was an overcast day, but for Boston in October it was quite pleasant as Logan watched his children running about and playing. The Public Garden was within walking distance of their Back Bay home, and the children were often brought here to play by their nanny, but it was a rare treat for them to play with their father.
At first Logan didn't notice the older woman, as she watched them from afar. When Logan did look up, an indescribable feeling came over him. "Mom?"
Veronica was in a conference with forty fellow agents of the federal bureau of investigation, midway through a case briefing. Her phone rang, the sound rung out through the otherwise quiet room.
Damn it. Veronica thought; she had forgotten to put her cell phone on silent. Cringing, she took her phone from its holder on her belt.
Checking the caller ID, Veronica saw that it was her husband, 'typical', she thought as she answered it, assuming that he had forgotten where something was. "Logan, I can't talk now. I'm in a meeting."
"...I saw my mom."
"What?" Veronica asked. Surely she must have heard him wrong.
"At the park just now. I saw my mom, V."
Veronica quickly gathered up her things, before hastily leaving the room. As she stepped into the outer office, Veronica asked her husband, "Okay, so what happened?"
"I was at the park with Leah and Mikey, I looked up, and there she was... Then Mikey started asking for an ice cream, when I looked back she was gone."
"Logan, are you... Are you sure that it was your mother? I mean we saw that video. She is dead, Logan."
"Look, I know it doesn't make any sense, but I know that I'm right about this. I need your help."
Veronica sighed. She doubted very much that Lynn Echolls was alive, and she didn't want to get Logan's hope up again after all these years. "I'll run a database search, but Logan-"
Logan wouldn't give her a chance to finish that sentence. He thanked her before hastily ending the call.
There was only one topic to be had in the Echolls family home that night as Veronica came home from work. Logan immediately stood up from where he had been sitting in the living room. "Did you find her?" Logan asked Veronica intently.
"There are forty-nine women in the Boston area whose description matches your mom, Logan. I pulled their DMV photos, and found Lynn Caversham; sixty seven years old, lives in Cambridgeport with her husband of ten years, Professor Steven Caversham." Veronica subtlety handed her husband the printout of Lynn Caversham's driver's licence photo.
"It's her," Logan said, without a hint of doubt; the woman in that photo was his mother. "Give me the address."
Veronica hesitated, she had seen the heartache that Logan had experienced twenty years earlier, and she did not know if her husband could bear to go through that pain a second time.
"Veronica... I have to try," Logan implored.
"...I know you do," Veronica said, she handed a slip of paper, which bore the address, to Logan. "Do you want me to come with you?"
Logan's hands were shaking as he walked up to the front door of 153 Chestnut Street, Cambridgeport. What if this woman was his mother? Would she be glad to see him? Or would she disappear again?
Tentatively Logan rapped his knuckles on the oak door, and then stood back as he awaited a reply.
Lynn was sitting inside, reading, as her step-granddaughter played upstairs. Rather, she held a book in her hands; her thoughts were elsewhere.
Then she heard a knock at the door.
Slowly, Lynn set down her novel, before making her way to the foyer. She was shaking so severely, of course Logan had tracked her down, he had seen her; it was only ever going to be a matter of time before this moment came.
Lynn unlocked the door, before she pulled it open, and revealed her only son, all grown up. "Hi sweetie."
TBC... If you ask nicely
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