CHAPTER 02
Where is Eames? I mean Alex?
Margareth Eames sister of Eames, watched Goren pacing and waving her hands in the living room.
Andy, Eames' little boy and nephew, entered the room, and as soon as he saw Goren, he rushed to his side, patting his leg.
The little boy, who was seven years tall, was about Goren's height.
Goren knelt down at the height of the little boy, stroking his blond curls.
Goren knew Andy well, he was the little boy that Eames had carried for his sister. He always remembered the first time; where he had seen him in Eames' arms.
She had insisted on who was wearing it, but this tiny being, he had been afraid to break it. But he had given in, as he always did in the face of Eames' obstinacy.
Eames would have deserved to be a mother, this vision of her holding the baby had been a revelation to him. This scene had melted him completely, opening his heart.
At the sight of the little boy, his heart tightened.
He reminded him so much of Eames at times.
So much by the blond of his hair and the brown of his eyes.
- Bobby?
Bobby made a tender smile to the little boy.
They remembered the three of them spending time together in Eames' house and sometimes outside.
Moments of pure pleasure, where he no longer felt lonely. On the contrary, he felt alive again.
- I came to see your mother!
Andy pouting. So he hadn't come for him.
Goren stifled his little laugh with the boy's sulky expression, and Andy shot him with his eyes.
No, but was he laughing at me or what?
My God, that look that shot him was all Eames!
- I came to see you too!
The little boy had a big smile on his face, his eyes shining with excitement.
Andy took his hand, guiding him to the chair, forcing him to sit down.
He didn't want to sit down, he was much too excited and needed to move.
But to the boy's determination, he gave in.
Andy came and sat on his lap.
Margareth watched the scene tenderly before his eyes.
Alex had run away from his partner, even though there was a strong bond between them.
It was different from what she had had with Joe, but it was just as strong.
Alex had explained to her the reasons why she had run away.
But Margareth had told him that it wasn't the right solution and that the more she ran away, the more she would suffer.
Margareth knew immediately that Goren would come to see her as soon as he heard that she had escaped. And he hadn't missed it, he was there in front of her, asking her where she was.
She had made a promise to Alexandra not to tell him where she was.
But he looked so desperate, so tired.
As if he hadn't slept for several days.
She didn't feel the courage to hide it from him, but she had promised him and so...
A small idea crossed his mind.
- Alex is going to visit our father every Thursday! Goren looked at her with Persian eyes. Afterwards I can't tell you more.
She hadn't betrayed her word, because she knew that Goren had already accompanied her sister to our father's house.
So it made sense.
But she knew that since it was his father's house, he would not dare to go to his father's house, even if his father knew him, but that he could stay outside waiting for her. And he could make it look like a coincidence, if he took it well.
At his father's house every Thursday...
How could he not have thought of it earlier?
When it was so simple!
He had already accompanied him several times.
But he couldn't go and visit Johnny Eames, it would seem strange, even suspicious.
Margareth remembered what Alex had said to her one night when they returned from visiting their father. That day she had been there with Goren.
Their father had alluded to the subject of grandchildren that he still expected from Alex. That she would rather have a gun than give him one.
Even her own father had noticed this invisible bond between them. For knowing the rascal, he had made it clear that he would like his little girl to be with him.
Johnny Eames loved Goren very much.
He often talked about him at mealtimes, often making Alexandra feel uncomfortable.
And in the evening, when everything had started between them, the young lady in the morning had only one thought in mind: to flee from him as quickly as possible;
Which she had succeeded in doing to perfection.
But Alex had been afraid, afraid of what she felt. Afraid of getting attached and suffering again.
Scared of losing him like she had lost Joe.
That she couldn't contemplate it, it had been too much pain and she didn't want to relive it.
Margareth felt so sorry for her sister.
She was denying herself the right to happiness when she deserved it.
Alex had his heart on his sleeve, kindness itself.
Thanks to her, she had had her little boy Andy.
How many sisters would have done that?
So if she could give a little push to destiny, a little push that could make her sister happy at last and well she would!
She was ready to suffer the wrath of Alex.