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Suspicions.
"Aaron's mother?" Ned demanded, "but I thought you said she was dead."
"There was no way to identify the body since we had no idea what she looked like," Challenger replied walking over to Marguerite's bed where the woman was slumped. Still unconscious.
When John had went to her, she was out cold, but there didn't seem to appear to be any wounds that John could see.
"She's very dehydrated, and exhausted," Challenger explained. "It's a wonder she isn't dead." A sad smile touched his lips, "she must have known Aaron was alive."
"But how could this be?" Marguerite demanded, "what kind of mother…she's been alive all this time and she didn't come to claim him?" Marguerite, Ned and Veronica were standing at the entrance to the bedroom, where John and Challenger were caring for Aaron's mother.
"She probably was afraid," Veronica cut in, "she didn't know who we were." Her voice was soft; Marguerite looked at her oddly.
"Did you know?" She spat.
Veronica flinched. "I had a feeling…" she said softly; just so that Marguerite didn't catch it.
Marguerite was still holding Aaron, she shushed him when he fussed. He seemed to want something but Marguerite wasn't sure what.
"She's coming too," Challenger said throwing a look over his shoulder.
"…Eric…" the woman murmured.
"Don't speak," Challenger said kindly, "you've been through quite an ordeal. John would you get her some water?"
"Please…" the woman begged, "where's Eric?"
"Who's Eric?" Ned wondered, then his eyes fell on Aaron.
"Mama!" Aaron exclaimed.
"Eric?" The woman choked out.
"Marguerite," John said, "bring Aaron—Eric over here."
Marguerite took a step back.
"Why…why are you calling him Aaron?" The woman wondered, "his name is Eric…"
"Ssh," Challenger chastised her.
"Marguerite," John repeated.
All Marguerite could do was stare at the woman who lay on her bed; she saw the woman's resemblance to Aaron in every way. Her dark black hair, her light fair skin. But for some reason Marguerite couldn't convince her heart that this woman was Aaron's mother. Her heart was positive this woman was a fraud.
John caught Marguerite's arm, jolting her out of her thoughts. Veronica carefully took Aaron from Marguerite's arms. John stared at her evenly for a moment before leading her out of the room.