Chapter Two
He took a step back. He shook his head, once. Then his voice was low as you hissed "Tell me you're lying."
"I wouldn't come here...now... just to lie."
His voice rose as he said "You kept my son from me? Why? Wasn't I good enough to be in his life? You got to raise him alone on the other side of the country with no interference from the dreaded Quatermaines and now you're here. To do what exactly? Let me see him now that he is already a grown man. He's...my God, Lulu, our son is 19 years old now."
"I know that. He'll be twenty in the spring."
Dillon felt his knees get weak. He made his way to the nearest chair and sat down. Moments passed.
Lulu watched him, his head in his hands, and felt her heart constrict.
She thought she was beyond feeling so much for him. But they were the only two people in the world who had equal stakes in their child's life. They were connected forever ands beyond by that.
Dillon whispered, his eyes red, "I could almost understand you not feeling like you could be a mom at 18. That was hard to accept but I did, in time. But this... how, Lulu? How could you justify this? I wanted that boy! I loved him and you knew it."
Tears came to her eyes. She swallowed and fought the urge to fall apart.
She told him, "But neither one of us were ready to raise him. I knew that then and., though it was painful to live with, heartbreakingly painful, Dillon, I don't regret what I did. I gave our son to a family that could provide him with an ideal life. They were older than us. Stable. They doted on him and he never felt like a burden, an accident, an afterthought. He was their whole world and, believe me, Dillon, he had a happy childhood."
"So, you gave him up for ADOPTION when I wanted him? You gave him to strangers."
"You can hate me. I don't care. I did what I had to. I never wanted you to know but..." she opened up her purse and pulled out a newspaper article. She unfolded it and handed it to him. "This is your son and he needs you."
She walked over and out the paper in his hand then moved away from him again.
Dillon barely noticed her walking to the bookcase and looking at the pictures of him and Georgie on their wedding day, the second time they were married was 11 years ago.
Then her eyes traveled to the baby pictures of their first child, Malcolm , and their little girl, born three years later, Frankie.
Dillon eye's were locked on the man in the grainy photo he held. It took a few minutes before he even read the accompanying article. It said
January, 3rd 2026
New York Post
Double Tragedy Costs Man Family and Transplant
The plane crash that killed Miranda and Harris Olsen not only took away the parents of their only child, Clark , but also his best chance at a transplant.
Clark Olsen, 19, was diagnosed with double kidney failure only two days ago after he was hospitalized suffering flu like symptoms and diagnosed with malaria. He contracted it while volunteering in Africa over his Christmas vacation.
Though he was prescribed pills to take to avoid the disease, Clark said "Like an idiot I forgot them at home and couldn't get any in the remote village I was working in."
His parents were on the way to their son's bedside when the small engine private plane, piloted by Miranda Olsen, they rode in crashed over Utah yesterday. Weather is thought to be a factor in the accident.
Miranda, 55, and Harris, 62, were long time residents of San Francisco, California and owners of Expressions Art Gallery. There funeral will be held Friday at City of the Angels Cathedral in...
Dillon looked up and saw Lulu was staring at him now, tears ran down her face. The paper drifted out of his hand to the ground.
She said, "I've been tested. So has all of my family. But no one matched. Clark doesn't know about
that... I couldn't face him without knowing if you would come and be tested too."
"He's in New York City?"
"Yes. He goes to NYU film school."
Dillon closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again he said, "Let's go."