- Ding, dong.
Name of God...
Who could be ringing at his house at this hour.
And especially in this weather.
He could hear the roar of the storm...
And that rain that was breaking.
Who could be so foolish as to venture out into the streets of New York...
Not only in this weather...
But also given the time.
He knew of one person who could do this.
A guy named Logan.
Name of God.
If it was him...
He was going to wring his neck.
Goren grunted, and grumbled, threw back the sheets, got up, and walked out of his room, heading for the front door.
He reached for his window curtain, pulled it aside, and his heart stopped at the sight of the person standing at his door.
My God...
It wasn't Logan.
It was Eames.
And she was soaking wet.
Her face was drawn with an immense sadness.
Her eyes were swollen and red, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Name of God.
He had to get her inside.
Or she was going to get sick.
He opened the door and put his hand on her wrist, pulling her into the apartment, and closed the door behind him.
Eames threw himself into his arms, drumming his chest with all his might.
Good God...
But what could have happened to put Eames in such a state.
She had never been like this before.
- Alex... What...
At her name, Eames stopped hitting him, and put her hands to his shirt, grabbed it, and burst into tears.
My God...
What could he say...
What could he do.
He didn't know what had happened.
And this behavior that Eames had...
Didn't mean anything to him.
To behave like that...
She needed to evacuate her emotions.
He had never seen her like this.
Something serious must have happened.
He had to know...
If he wanted to help her.
And above all to calm her down.
Gently, he brought his hand to her chin, lifting her up, forcing her to look at him.
- What happened... Alex... He brought his fingers to her tears, wiped them away with extreme delicacy. You know you can tell me anything.
Eames shook his head in denial.
Tell him anything...
And how.
It hurt so much.
In addition...
He had agreed to help her.
And today...
Eames felt her heart break into a million pieces, and she burst into tears.
With gentleness, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and guided her to the living room, where he let her in, and sat on the sofa.
Seeing Eames in this state...
hurt...
So bad.
Goren didn't want the sad Eames.
He wanted the sarcastic and funny Eames.
If Eames didn't confide in Barek...
It was really something she could only tell him.
And he knew her well.
Could it be that it was a man who put her in this state.
If so...
He would go and find the rascal, and with his hands, he would wring his neck until he choked.
Goren couldn't bear to have anyone touch Eames' hair.
It was very important to him.
Goren crouched down at her height, took her hands in his, intertwined his fingers with hers, squeezed them gently.
- Alex... Talk to me...
Talk to her...
If only she could.
But it was so hard.
And it hurt so much.
In addition...
Goren had agreed to please her...
While for him...
It must have cost him.
He had always been a very gentle person with her...
Very attentive.
So how to tell him.
But she had to tell him.
He had a right to know.
After all...
He was also concerned.
- It didn't work...
Her tears redoubled, spilling down her cheeks.
What went wrong...
Goren didn't know what Eames was talking about.
- I'll never be a mom... Her voice broke, and she clutched Bobby's hands in hers with all her might. I'll never be a mom.
At her words, Goren opened his mouth to close it again.
So that was it.
In vitro fertilization hadn't worked.
After all...
He wasn't very young.
And he had never tried to have a child.
So...
He couldn't know whether or not he was fertile.
But maybe he just wasn't.
And that's why it didn't work.
The problem wasn't Eames.
She had carried her sister's son.
If she had had that problem...
She would have had a hard time carrying her sister's child.
At this thought, Goren felt his heart clench, and an immense anger rose in him.
He should have refused from the start.
Because of him...
Eames was unfortunate.
How stupid he had been to think that it could work.
And above all, he fulfilled Eames' desire.
To be a mother.
Goren knew he was a good-for-nothing.
So why should it have ended any other way.
- I'm sorry Eames... He looked away, not daring to look her in the eye. It's my fault.
I'm sorry.
This is my fault.
And how.
Goren had agreed to help her.
Especially for such a request.
He was in no way responsible.
On the contrary...
He had been extremely kind to accept such a thing.
Moreover...
Eames knew the risks of failure.
But she had hoped for so much...
Maybe she didn't deserve to be a mother.
If the Lord had denied her in vitro fertilization, that meant that she would not, and should not, be a mother.
- Get that out of your head Eames...
At her words, Eames gasped.
Good God...
It's true.
Goren was reading her like an open book.
And in that moment...
He had guessed the turn of her thoughts.
- Just because it didn't work... Goren shouted his words. That you don't deserve to be a mother.
He looked at her seriously, his brown eyes shining with gravity.
Then why...
Yes.
Why did...
Her biological clock was ticking.
And at his age...
This would have been her last chance.
Having a child...
Was her greatest desire.
She wanted to have a child who ran through the halls...
Who called her mom...
And above all...
She wanted to give a child the love of a mother.
But her desire would never come true.
She wouldn't get another chance.
It was over.
Unless...