Chapter 6
"Mommy," Ali giggled, "He's so chubby." Sheridan laughed as she ran the soft cloth over Cristian's dimpled body. "Your sissy's right," she cooed. "Mommy's little boy is getting so big. Yes, he is," she smiled. As Cristian broke into a toothless smile, and his big dark eyes lit up. She gently washed the rest of the baby shampoo out of his wispy dark hair and said, "Ali, sweetie, would you get me a towel?" "Okay, Mommy," Ali replied sweetly. Walking across the room and bringing back the fluffiest towel. Only the best for her little brother. "Here, Mommy," she said. Holding it. Sheridan wrapped Cristian in the towel snugly and brought him close. Rubbing a hand over his downy head and kissing it. "Mommy!" Ali said excitedly. "Somebody's at the door." "Ali, baby. Don't open the door until I get there," she called as her daughter raced out of the room.
"Ali," she chided with a smile on her face as she walked into the living room. "I thought I told you to wait." "But Mommy," Ali said from Chad's arms. "I knew who it was." "Your Moms' right, Squirt," Chad admitted. Tweaking Ali's button nose and making her start giggling anew. "She's a smart cookie." "Chad," Sheridan smiled. Bussing his cheek. "This is a nice surprise. I didn't know you were in town." "Just passing through. Thought I'd drop in and say hi to you folks. Check on my little cousin here," he said. Grinning at Cristian. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" "No," she rushed to assure him. "We just finished giving this little guy a bath, didn't we Ali?" Chad chuckled. "I should have guessed," he said. Pointing to Sheridan's soaked blouse. Sheridan looked down at her messy state. Then back at Chad. And smiled slightly. "Mind watching him while I go change?" she asked. Settling him in Chad's arms without giving him time to answer. "Um, Auntie," Chad called after her sarcastically, "I don't know nothing about no babies." Her blue eyes twinkled as she backed out of the room. "Ask Ali. She's an expert."
"So.Squirt. Your brother here needs some clothes. He's a handsome fella, but the towel's not the way to go," Chad said. Shifting Cristian awkwardly in his arms. Ali grinned and slid her tiny hand in Chad's larger one. Pulling him down the hall toward the nursery. She let go of his hand and ran over to the changing table. Producing a diaper. "You have to put one of these on him first," she said. Blue eyes wide and serious at the panicked look on Chad's face. "You do know how to put it on, don't you?" she asked. "Um.yeah," Chad said with false bravado. He knew about diapers. Everybody knew about diapers. He just hadn't ever put one on a kid before. He opened the diaper up. Then unwrapped the cooing child in his arms from the towel carefully. Warily. "You have to be." Chad grimaced as he felt something warm and wet hit the front of his shirt. "Careful," Ali giggled. "Don't be embarrassed," she whispered conspiratorially. "He does that to Daddy ALL the time." Chad cracked up at the mental image that popped into his head.
"Is everything going alright?" Sheridan asked. Waltzing into the room with a fresh tee-shirt on. She laughed when she got a closer look. "I'm sorry, Chad. Here. Let me take him. I should have warned you first." "No," Chad said with determination. "I can do this. I ain't afraid of some l'il baby," he boasted. Finally succeeding with the diaper. "Man," he said with a shake of his head. "You got some aim there, kid." Ali giggled. Hiding behind her mother's legs. "Ethan said the same thing." Sheridan took Cristian from Chad's arms. Laughing. "Ethan's become quite adept at ducking. Wait right here. I'll go get you another shirt to put on." Chad smiled after the little trio.
"Have you seen Eve?" she asked quietly. Later as they sat side by side on the sofa. Watching Ali scribble contentedly. She was making Luis an Ali original for when he came home from work. "Not yet," Chad divulged with a sigh. "It's weird. Of all the people.I never expected to find out Eve Russell was my moms. I think that was an even bigger shock than finding out I was a Crane by blood. What would old man Crane have to say about me if he was alive?" he asked. Retrieving the pacifier that had popped out of Cristian's mouth. "Nothing good, I'm afraid," Sheridan said apologetically. "As it is, I'm sure he's turning in his grave now." "Yeah," Chad chuckled. "If he weren't already dead, the old crone would probably die of a heart attack when I showed up on his doorstep." Sheridan laughed quietly at Chad's words. Truer words had never been spoken. "But we'll never know, will we?" he said to no one in particular as he got to his feet and gazed out the window.
"Chad," Sheridan spoke softly. "Stay for dinner." "Please," Ali pouted. Chad looked back and forth at their twin faces. Unable to disappoint them. "You're not cooking, are you?" he teased. Smiling as Ali squealed in delight and latched herself onto his legs. Looking up at him with those enormous blue eyes. "No," Sheridan laughed goodnaturedly. "Luis is bringing take-out home when he picks up Theresa from the airport. And don't back out," she warned. Noticing the funny look on his face. "Theresa'll love seeing you. She's going to stay with us for a few days. I'm sure she'll enjoy catching up with an old friend," she said. Leaving no room for arguments. "Please say you'll stay," she said. An expression identical to Ali's on her face. Cristian cradled in her arms. Completely knocked out. "Okay," he said hesitantly. "I'll stay. But you have to PROMISE you won't even go in the kitchen. Last time you nearly killed me. All of us," he exaggerated. "Oh, you," she rolled her eyes as she carried the baby to his room. "Hush up. Nobody ever died from my cooking." When she was out of hearing range, Ali looked at him solemnly and whispered, "But MissPriss nearly did." Ali's blue eyes flashed with confusion as Chad rolled with laughter. "What?" she asked. Arms crossed defensively. "Priceless, Squirt. You're priceless."
Chapter 7
"Aunt Theresa!" Ali squealed happily. Throwing her arms around Theresa's neck and planting tiny little kisses all over her face. "I've missed you!" she exclaimed with a grin. Theresa smiled back at her. Pulling her long blond hair back from her face. "Wow! Miss Ali! You're such a big girl now." Ali smiled proudly. And nodded her head. "I know." Chad chuckled to himself. The kid was something else. "Chad," Theresa said in surprise. "I didn't know you were going to be here." "That's aight. Neither did Sheridan. I kinda dropped in unannounced. And 'Auntie' here wouldn't hear of me leaving. Basically threatened me into staying for dinner."
"Chad," Sheridan laughed. "I did not. He's lying, Theresa," she said with a smile. "Hi Chad," Luis waved in greeting. Setting Theresa's bags down in the floor with a sigh of relief. "What do you have in here, Theresa? A dead body?" Luis teased. Grabbing Ali from her arms and swinging her around in the air. "Daddy!" Ali giggled helplessly. "You're making me dizzy!" "No," Theresa said. Rolling her eyes at her brother. "Presents," she divulged. Smiling as Ali's face lit up in pleasure. "For you," she said. Tickling Ali's ribs. "And for your brother. Where IS that brother of yours?" she asked.
"Down for the count, I'm afraid," Sheridan said. "He's just as stubborn as his daddy. Fought it every step of the way," she smiled. Wrapping her arms around Luis's waist and looking up at him adoringly. Theresa beamed at them. They were so happy. And she was so happy for them. "He just couldn't keep his little eyes open. Sorry," she apologized. "No problem," Theresa said. "I'll see him in the morning. And for the next week." "A free babysitter," Luis whispered in Sheridan's ear. She swatted him playfully. Laughing.
"So Luis.Man. Where's that food Sheridan promised?" Chad piped up. Clapping his hands together. "Yeah, Daddy," Ali said. Tugging on his hand. "We're hungry," she said. Rubbing her tummy. "Been starving the troops again, Honey?" Luis teased. Enjoying the fire that sparked in Sheridan's eyes. "No," she pouted. "I offered them food, but somebody," she said. Looking at Ali. "Somebody told Chad my cooking was toxic." Luis howled with laughter. "But baby," he said. Pulling her to him and kissing the tip of her nose. "Miss Priss DID nearly die. We just got the veterinarian's bill last week. Too bad," he finished. Mumbling under his breath. "We could have been rid of that pain in the ass."
"Luis! I thought I told you...not in front of Ali," she said. Bringing her voice down to a whisper. "I'm sorry," he grinned. "Correction. Pain in the A-S-S," he said. Spelling it out. "Mommy!" Ali gasped. "Daddy said a bad word." Luis looked to Sheridan in shock. "When did she learn how to do that?" he whispered. "And HOW..." "Jake," Sheridan muttered. Rubbing her forehead tiredly. "This Jake character is just full of tricks, isn't he?" Chad laughed. "Yeah," Luis smirked. "That's Hank's son for you. Have you heard the news? Gwen's expecting another little terror in a few months. Hank's on cloud nine."
Theresa smiled. She could just picture the look on Hank's face. Jake-- little mischief maker that he was--could do NO wrong in his eyes. Chip off the ole block, he always boasted. She wondered what he'd do...what Jake'd do...if Gwen had a baby girl. She laughed at the thought. Either way...she kinda felt sorry for Gwen. She was going to have her hands full. Overflowing. She sighed. She wouldn't mind having her hands full. Success wasn't all it was cracked up to be unless you had someone to share it with.
Sheridan noticed the wistful expression on Theresa's face and decided to change the subject again. "You know what, Theresa? I don't think it'd hurt if you visited with Cristian now. Otherwise, he'll keep us ALL up the entire night. What do you say?" she asked with a smile. "I'd like that," Theresa answered. "You and Chad start dinner without us 'women'," Sheridan said. Sweeping her giggling daughter up onto her hip. "Just don't eat it all. Men are such pigs," she called over her shoulder in a teasing voice. "Aren't they, Theresa?" Theresa's only response was laughter. Chad shook his head at the expression of pure happiness on Luis's face as he said, "They're something else, aren't they?" "Can't argue with that, Man," he answered. "I sure can't argue with that."
Chapter 8
"There's my beautiful wife," Luis grinned. Wrapping his arms around Sheridan's waist from behind. "I was almost ready to send a search party out for you," he whispered. Kissing her bare shoulder. "Blame it on those beautiful, maddeningly stubborn children of ours, Buster. Ali refused to let Theresa read her bedtime story to her. I had to do it. And Cristian.he doesn't want to miss a thing," she said. "Smart kids," Luis laughed. Nuzzling her neck. Smiling when she shivered. "It's you, Baby. Neither of them wants to let you out of their sight. "They love their mommy," he said. Trailing his lips along her jawline. "Just as much as I do," he said. "Have I told you lately?" he asked. Turning her around in his arms.
Sheridan's blue eyes sparkled in the soft lamplight. "I think maybe once or twice," she teased. "Once or twice? That's all? I'm getting a little behind on my most important job. Letting you know each and every day how much I love you, how happy I am to have you back in my life. Sheridan.you AND the children are my life," he said in a more serious voice. "I don't know what I'd do if." "Shh," she soothed. "You won't ever have to find out. I'M not going anywhere," she told him. Brushing her lips against his tenderly.
"Thank you," he smiled. Framing her face with his hands and kissing her forehead. "I don't know what got into me. I guess.things are just TOO perfect, you know? Almost too good to be true." Sheridan smiled at him. "I know exactly what you mean. But it is REAL. It's not a dream. But.just in case," she smirked. Running her hands down to his backside. And giving him a good pinch. Luis laughed. Pulling her closer. "All that worrying for nothing. I have a better way to prove this," he said, glancing around the room and back at her, "is real." "Oh yeah," Sheridan challenged. "Sounds interesting. Care to let me in on the secret?"
"My pleasure," Luis said in a low voice. Backing her up against the closed door and crushing his lips to hers. "Much better," Sheridan said shakily. Her hands traveling down his smooth stomach and pausing at the waistband of the pajama pants he wore. "Luis," she said. Moistening her lips with her tongue. "This isn't such a good idea. Not right now. Theresa's just down the hall. And Chad's camped out in the living room. There are limits to how.Luis," she rushed. Her cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment. "These walls aren't soundproof." Luis released the breath he'd been holding. A sly smile on his face as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Luis!" she laughed. Shoving him away. "You're too much sometimes," she smiled. "I'm going to go get a glass of water. You need anything?" "The only thing I want," he groaned, "is what I can't have."
She shut the door behind her. Her soft laughter echoing down the hall. "Chad," she said in surprise when she saw that he wasn't asleep at all. Wide awake actually. And staring at the open book in his lap with what could only be described as fascination. "Oh. Sheridan," he said. Jumping to his feet. Tucking the book out of sight. She studied him curiously. "It's alright, Chad. You don't have to hide it. It's only natural to have this desire to know," she said. Reaching around him and picking up the book. A picture album. A Crane picture album. She opened the album. And was met by the steely, unfeeling eyes of Alistair Crane. Her father.
"You know," she said softly. Lowering herself down to the sofa's softness. "My father was a horrible man. Almost inhuman. But I can't.I couldn't bring myself to throw away his picture," she admitted quietly. "It's the only picture I have of him. There's no excuse, Chad," she said. Her blue eyes locking into his. "No excuse for what he did to you. To Julian. Eve. He was a hateful, uncaring man. And his picture doesn't belong in here," she said. Removing it slowly. "Why don't you do the honors?" she suggested. Holding the photo out and nodding her head at the crackling fire. Chad took the picture from her trembling hand with a hesitant smile. Crossed the room. Knelt in front of its warmth. Looked into his Grandfather's eyes once more. And placed the picture in the flames.
"Well," Sheridan said. Breaking the silence that had descended on them. "I bet that felt good," she laughed softly. Chad laughed with her. Though he could see the smile on her lips didn't reach her eyes. "Better than I ever imagined. Now.why don't you help me out here?" he said. Pointing to the album in her lap. "I was looking in this book here before when it dawned on me.I have NO idea who these people are. And that ain't right. They're my family. Just like you," he smiled. "I'm curious. I want to get to know them. ALL of them. So.what do you say?" he asked.
"Okay," Sheridan said. "But first you have to promise me something." "A catch? Man. There's always a catch. Is that a Crane family trait?" he teased. "Wiseguy," she cracked. Blue eyes twinkling. "I'm being serious here, Chad. I want you to promise me that you'll at least give Eve a chance. I mean, really. She deserves it. She's your mother, Chad. She loves you. And don't start with the arguments," she warned when he opened his mouth. "You raise some legitimate points. But.do you really want to hold on to this.do you really want to keep her at arm's length for the rest of your life? She made some mistakes. We all do. Come on, Chad. You gave me a chance. Quite a leap of faith, don't you think? And I.at least I hope.turned out not to be so bad," she smiled. "Do we have a deal?" she asked. Offering her hand. He mulled it over for a few minutes. Before grasping her hand and shaking on it. "Deal. You drive a hard bargain. And for the record.you're not so bad at all. Not so bad," he said. Smiling at her. "What are you waiting for? We don't have all night," he pointed to the album. Luis hugged Theresa close as they watched the unlikely couple. Everything was almost too good to be true.
Chapter 9
"I want you to be good for Aunt Theresa, sweetie. You promise?" Sheridan asked Ali. Securing the ribbon in her long blond hair. "I promise," Ali said sweetly. "Mommy? Why can't you go with us?" she pouted. "Ali, baby," she began. Brushing her knuckles across Ali's soft cheek. "I thought I explained all this. Mommy's got an interview today. You like the Youth Center, don't you?" Ali nodded her head. Her blue eyes shining with confusion. "I'm going to talk with a nice man about getting a job there. Being the director." "What's a director?" Ali asked. "What will you do?"
"I can answer that, Ali," Theresa said. Walking into the Ali's bedroom with Cristian settled on her hip. "That means your mommy's going to be in charge. Wouldn't that be great?" she smiled. "I guess," Ali whispered. Her little face downcast. "But Mommy.who would stay with Cristian and me? I don't want a babysitter." Sheridan pulled Ali into her arms and hugged her tight before answering her question. "Sometimes Nana would stay with you. And sometimes.sometimes I'd take you and your brother to work with me." "Really?" Ali asked skeptically. Hope in her childish voice. "Really," Sheridan assured her. Smiling when Ali heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Better?" she asked. Giving Ali Eskimo kisses. "All better," Ali giggled.
"Thank you for doing this, Theresa," she said later. As she made sure her son was buckled in securely in his carseat. Ali, too. "No problem," Theresa smiled. Hugging her in goodbye. "I love these two," she said. Winking at Ali. "And you don't have to worry. I would NEVER let anything happen to them. So.quit being such a worrywart. They'll be fine," she said. Sheridan laughed softly. "I guess I AM worrying too much. I." "I know," Theresa said. Taking her hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly. "Mommy," Ali giggled when Sheridan hugged her fiercely once again. "Sorry, baby," she whispered. Committing Ali's smiling blue eyes to memory. She couldn't explain it. But something just felt.off. "You know Mommy loves you, don't you sweetheart?" An adorable smile lit up Ali's face as she said, "Always." "And forever," Sheridan added. Tears in her eyes. "Sheridan," Theresa chided gently as she cranked the car. "Remember what I said."
Theresa watched Sheridan's figure fade in the distance as she drove away. To the mall. "So.Miss Ali.where do you want to go first?" "The toy store!" Ali squealed excitedly. Theresa giggled at her niece's reflection in the rearview mirror. "The toy store it is," she said with a smile. "How about a little music?" she asked. Turning on the radio and searching for a good station. She stopped looking when she heard Ali's sweet voice singing softly in the backseat. She was amazed to learn she knew ALL the words. The smile on her face grew as she joined her in song. And before she knew it.they were there.
Ali waited patiently while she strapped Cristian in his stroller. Slipping her tiny hand in hers. Her face lighting up with awe when they walked inside the bustling building. It was dizzying, and Theresa began to think that maybe they should have just gone to the park. Somewhere calmer. "Oh, Aunt Theresa!" Ali exclaimed. Tugging on her hand. "There's Jake's mommy! Can we go see her?" Theresa looked up, and her eyes connected with Gwen's from a few feet away. She couldn't ward off the rush of memories when she saw her. Reminders of how young and naïve she'd been. "Okay," she said slowly. Realizing the past was in the past.
Ali took off running before she could say another word. And Theresa had to laugh at the look of surprise and shock on Gwen's face when Ali threw her arms around her legs. "Hi to you, too, Ali," she laughed. Rubbing her rounded tummy self-consciously as she looked at her and said, "Hi, Theresa." The moment was a bit awkward to say the least, and Theresa was actually thankful when Cristian start fussing. She unbuckled him and carefully brought him close to her chest. Stroking his back soothingly. Gradually his cries quieted. "You're good with him, Theresa," Gwen said softly. She shot Gwen a grateful smile as before continuing to hum lullabies to her nephew. Pleased when Gwen smiled back, and in that moment, she felt really silly for labeling Gwen the 'enemy' all those years ago.
"Oh god," she heard Gwen mutter under her breath, and she turned to see what or who had caused such a reaction. Cringing when she saw none other than Rebecca Hotchkiss. Ali tugged at her shirt nervously. "Aunt Theresa," she whispered. "I don't like her. She scares me." "Ali," Theresa hushed. "Oh don't worry about it," Gwen said. "She has that effect on a lot people. Myself included sometimes. I don't know what possessed me to actually invite her today. It's not like she's thrilled with the fact that I'm carrying Hank's child. Again," she sighed. As Rebecca got closer and closer. "Theresa...I would advise you to leave," she warned. "This isn't going to be pretty." But it was too late.
"Well, well. If it isn't the little gold-digging tramp that stole my daughter's fiance all those years ago. Fancy you showing your face again in this town," Rebecca sneered. "Mother!" Gwen gasped. Theresa glared at the older woman. Then leaned down and looked into Ali's blue eyes. "Sweetie. Why don't you go over there to the toy store? Okay? Stay where I can see you," she called as Ali followed her instructions. Theresa waited until she was out of earshot before saying anything. "Ms. Hotchkiss," she said. Handing Cristian to Gwen. "I'm not saying what I did all those years ago was right. Far from it. But that was years ago. I've moved on. We've all moved on. And I don't appreciate you talking to me like that in front of my brother's children. At least have the decency not to do that."
"Decency," Rebecca mocked. "I can't believe I'm hearing this. From you of all people." Theresa looked down at her feet. Some of what she was saying was striking a chord. But...she wasn't evil. And she wanted the woman to see that. "I've already apologized. What more do you want? Is it not enough that I've had to live with my actions all this time? I'm alone. There's no one in my life. Because I feel guilty. That I resorted to such..." "Well, you should feel guilty," Rebecca shrieked. "You lying, conniving..." "Mother!" Gwen yelled. "It's over. Like Theresa said. And I'm much happier with Hank than I ever was with Ethan. Can't you see that?" she practically yelled. "Stop this stupid fighting. Now. You're scaring the baby," she said. Kissing Cristian's downy head in an effort to calm him. As if to prove her point, Cristian began wailing in earnest. Drawing the curious stares of onlookers. Rebecca shut her mouth. Embarrassed by the unwanted attention. And Theresa took Cristian back from Gwen desperately trying to quiet his cries. This wasn't how her day with him and Ali was supposed to turn out. Oh no, she thought. Panic rising in her heart as she glanced over to the last place she had seen Ali. She wasn't there. She was gone. "Oh my god!" she gasped. Running toward the store. "Ali! Ali! Ali, where are you?!?!" Chapter 10
"Ali! Sweetie, don't do this to me. You're scaring your aunt Theresa, baby," she cried. Frantically searching the toy store. Cristian was screaming at the top of his lungs. People looked at her strangely. Warily. She ran down the aisles. Her heart stopping with every little blond head she saw. None of them was her. "Here," she barely registered hearing Rebecca say. Holding out her arms for Cristian. "I'll hold him," she said forcefully. "Theresa," she sighed. "Give him to me. You can't look for her with him screaming in your face like that, and you know it."
She noticed Gwen talking to the manager of the store, and it was obvious she was telling him what Ali looked like. Asking him questions. She kissed Cristian's forehead and thrust him into Rebecca's arms. Racing outside to the throng of people. She couldn't have gone far. She wouldn't wander off like that. She knew better. She knew better, she thought with a pang. Trying to ward off the tears she felt stinging her eyes. She'd broken her promise to Sheridan. It was all her fault.
She jerked when she felt a hand on her arm. "Excuse me, m'am," he said. And she looked up into kind gray eyes. "I need to ask you some questions," he said. Taking out a notepad. "Give me a description of the little girl. Where you last saw her. How long she's been missing." She ran her hands through her hair nervously. Speaking softly. Closing her eyes and picturing Ali the last time she saw her. "She's a beautiful, beautiful little girl. Blue eyes. Long blond hair. It's tied up with a red ribbon today, though. In a ponytail," she babbled.
"Four years old. Nearly five. She's so proud," she said tremulously. Tears shining in her eyes. "Said she was a big girl. But she's just a baby. About this tall," she said. Indicating with her hands Ali's height. "What was she wearing?" he asked after taking all that down. "Jeans. A red sweater. And this really cute little black jacket. I'm sorry. I'm having trouble." "It's okay," he reassured her. "Take your time." "Time? Time! Too much time's passed already," she said. Her voice rising with every word. "I haven't seen her in almost twenty minutes. Since I told her to.It's all my fault. I never should have.I never," she broke off. Sobbing.
The man left her alone then. To make a call on his cell phone. She could barely make out his garbled voice giving a description of Ali to the person on the other end. This was a nightmare. A complete and utter nightmare. "Theresa," Gwen said softly. "Theresa," she repeated. Placing her hands on her shoulders and leading her away from the curious crowd. "It's not your fault. They're going to find her. I just know they will. I called Hank. He's on his way with Sam. He promised to call Luis for me. Do you know where Sheridan is?" she asked gently. "She needs to know."
"She had an interview about the director's job at the Youth Center today," she said numbly. "She was worried something was going to go wrong today, but I convinced her everything would be alright. I lied. I lied to her, Gwen," she said. Raising her red eyes to the other woman. And for the first time, she noticed the wetness in her own eyes as she looked at her. Sympathetically. "Theresa," she said softly. "Theresa."
"Gwen! Babe, what happened?" Hank asked in concern. Taking his wife in his arms. "Have they found her yet?" he queried. His brown eyes darting back and forth between them. "They're looking," Rebecca said. Joining them. She glared at Hank when he sent a stunned look her way. And hugged Cristian closer. He was still crying. But more softly now. "They have every security man in this mall looking for that little girl." "Marty and a few of the other guys are searching for her, too," Sam added. "Ali's very special to a lot of people."
"Luis?" Theresa whispered. "Does he know?" she asked. Staring into Hank's brown eyes. Hank nodded his head. "He went to get Sheridan. Break the news to her." "Is he...?" "Your brother's trying to play it cool. But I'm not going to lie to you, Theresa," Hank said. Releasing Gwen from his grasp and walking over to her. Taking her hands in his. "He's scared. He loves that little girl. She's all he had when Sheridan was missing all those years."
She lowered her head. The truth of his words making it hurt even more. Ali was the only thing that kept Luis alive when he thought Sheridan was dead. And she'd lost Luis'--and Sheridan's--most precious possession. She'd never forgive herself if something happened. Never. And she had to wonder as she looked up and saw her brother leading Sheridan through the crowd...would THEY ever forgive her? All hope seemed lost when the kind man that had questioned her before walked toward them slowly. Carrying the tiny black jacket. Her heart sank as she saw the red ribbon flutter to the ground behind him. And Sheridan's screams echoed in her ears.
"Mommy," Ali giggled, "He's so chubby." Sheridan laughed as she ran the soft cloth over Cristian's dimpled body. "Your sissy's right," she cooed. "Mommy's little boy is getting so big. Yes, he is," she smiled. As Cristian broke into a toothless smile, and his big dark eyes lit up. She gently washed the rest of the baby shampoo out of his wispy dark hair and said, "Ali, sweetie, would you get me a towel?" "Okay, Mommy," Ali replied sweetly. Walking across the room and bringing back the fluffiest towel. Only the best for her little brother. "Here, Mommy," she said. Holding it. Sheridan wrapped Cristian in the towel snugly and brought him close. Rubbing a hand over his downy head and kissing it. "Mommy!" Ali said excitedly. "Somebody's at the door." "Ali, baby. Don't open the door until I get there," she called as her daughter raced out of the room.
"Ali," she chided with a smile on her face as she walked into the living room. "I thought I told you to wait." "But Mommy," Ali said from Chad's arms. "I knew who it was." "Your Moms' right, Squirt," Chad admitted. Tweaking Ali's button nose and making her start giggling anew. "She's a smart cookie." "Chad," Sheridan smiled. Bussing his cheek. "This is a nice surprise. I didn't know you were in town." "Just passing through. Thought I'd drop in and say hi to you folks. Check on my little cousin here," he said. Grinning at Cristian. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" "No," she rushed to assure him. "We just finished giving this little guy a bath, didn't we Ali?" Chad chuckled. "I should have guessed," he said. Pointing to Sheridan's soaked blouse. Sheridan looked down at her messy state. Then back at Chad. And smiled slightly. "Mind watching him while I go change?" she asked. Settling him in Chad's arms without giving him time to answer. "Um, Auntie," Chad called after her sarcastically, "I don't know nothing about no babies." Her blue eyes twinkled as she backed out of the room. "Ask Ali. She's an expert."
"So.Squirt. Your brother here needs some clothes. He's a handsome fella, but the towel's not the way to go," Chad said. Shifting Cristian awkwardly in his arms. Ali grinned and slid her tiny hand in Chad's larger one. Pulling him down the hall toward the nursery. She let go of his hand and ran over to the changing table. Producing a diaper. "You have to put one of these on him first," she said. Blue eyes wide and serious at the panicked look on Chad's face. "You do know how to put it on, don't you?" she asked. "Um.yeah," Chad said with false bravado. He knew about diapers. Everybody knew about diapers. He just hadn't ever put one on a kid before. He opened the diaper up. Then unwrapped the cooing child in his arms from the towel carefully. Warily. "You have to be." Chad grimaced as he felt something warm and wet hit the front of his shirt. "Careful," Ali giggled. "Don't be embarrassed," she whispered conspiratorially. "He does that to Daddy ALL the time." Chad cracked up at the mental image that popped into his head.
"Is everything going alright?" Sheridan asked. Waltzing into the room with a fresh tee-shirt on. She laughed when she got a closer look. "I'm sorry, Chad. Here. Let me take him. I should have warned you first." "No," Chad said with determination. "I can do this. I ain't afraid of some l'il baby," he boasted. Finally succeeding with the diaper. "Man," he said with a shake of his head. "You got some aim there, kid." Ali giggled. Hiding behind her mother's legs. "Ethan said the same thing." Sheridan took Cristian from Chad's arms. Laughing. "Ethan's become quite adept at ducking. Wait right here. I'll go get you another shirt to put on." Chad smiled after the little trio.
"Have you seen Eve?" she asked quietly. Later as they sat side by side on the sofa. Watching Ali scribble contentedly. She was making Luis an Ali original for when he came home from work. "Not yet," Chad divulged with a sigh. "It's weird. Of all the people.I never expected to find out Eve Russell was my moms. I think that was an even bigger shock than finding out I was a Crane by blood. What would old man Crane have to say about me if he was alive?" he asked. Retrieving the pacifier that had popped out of Cristian's mouth. "Nothing good, I'm afraid," Sheridan said apologetically. "As it is, I'm sure he's turning in his grave now." "Yeah," Chad chuckled. "If he weren't already dead, the old crone would probably die of a heart attack when I showed up on his doorstep." Sheridan laughed quietly at Chad's words. Truer words had never been spoken. "But we'll never know, will we?" he said to no one in particular as he got to his feet and gazed out the window.
"Chad," Sheridan spoke softly. "Stay for dinner." "Please," Ali pouted. Chad looked back and forth at their twin faces. Unable to disappoint them. "You're not cooking, are you?" he teased. Smiling as Ali squealed in delight and latched herself onto his legs. Looking up at him with those enormous blue eyes. "No," Sheridan laughed goodnaturedly. "Luis is bringing take-out home when he picks up Theresa from the airport. And don't back out," she warned. Noticing the funny look on his face. "Theresa'll love seeing you. She's going to stay with us for a few days. I'm sure she'll enjoy catching up with an old friend," she said. Leaving no room for arguments. "Please say you'll stay," she said. An expression identical to Ali's on her face. Cristian cradled in her arms. Completely knocked out. "Okay," he said hesitantly. "I'll stay. But you have to PROMISE you won't even go in the kitchen. Last time you nearly killed me. All of us," he exaggerated. "Oh, you," she rolled her eyes as she carried the baby to his room. "Hush up. Nobody ever died from my cooking." When she was out of hearing range, Ali looked at him solemnly and whispered, "But MissPriss nearly did." Ali's blue eyes flashed with confusion as Chad rolled with laughter. "What?" she asked. Arms crossed defensively. "Priceless, Squirt. You're priceless."
Chapter 7
"Aunt Theresa!" Ali squealed happily. Throwing her arms around Theresa's neck and planting tiny little kisses all over her face. "I've missed you!" she exclaimed with a grin. Theresa smiled back at her. Pulling her long blond hair back from her face. "Wow! Miss Ali! You're such a big girl now." Ali smiled proudly. And nodded her head. "I know." Chad chuckled to himself. The kid was something else. "Chad," Theresa said in surprise. "I didn't know you were going to be here." "That's aight. Neither did Sheridan. I kinda dropped in unannounced. And 'Auntie' here wouldn't hear of me leaving. Basically threatened me into staying for dinner."
"Chad," Sheridan laughed. "I did not. He's lying, Theresa," she said with a smile. "Hi Chad," Luis waved in greeting. Setting Theresa's bags down in the floor with a sigh of relief. "What do you have in here, Theresa? A dead body?" Luis teased. Grabbing Ali from her arms and swinging her around in the air. "Daddy!" Ali giggled helplessly. "You're making me dizzy!" "No," Theresa said. Rolling her eyes at her brother. "Presents," she divulged. Smiling as Ali's face lit up in pleasure. "For you," she said. Tickling Ali's ribs. "And for your brother. Where IS that brother of yours?" she asked.
"Down for the count, I'm afraid," Sheridan said. "He's just as stubborn as his daddy. Fought it every step of the way," she smiled. Wrapping her arms around Luis's waist and looking up at him adoringly. Theresa beamed at them. They were so happy. And she was so happy for them. "He just couldn't keep his little eyes open. Sorry," she apologized. "No problem," Theresa said. "I'll see him in the morning. And for the next week." "A free babysitter," Luis whispered in Sheridan's ear. She swatted him playfully. Laughing.
"So Luis.Man. Where's that food Sheridan promised?" Chad piped up. Clapping his hands together. "Yeah, Daddy," Ali said. Tugging on his hand. "We're hungry," she said. Rubbing her tummy. "Been starving the troops again, Honey?" Luis teased. Enjoying the fire that sparked in Sheridan's eyes. "No," she pouted. "I offered them food, but somebody," she said. Looking at Ali. "Somebody told Chad my cooking was toxic." Luis howled with laughter. "But baby," he said. Pulling her to him and kissing the tip of her nose. "Miss Priss DID nearly die. We just got the veterinarian's bill last week. Too bad," he finished. Mumbling under his breath. "We could have been rid of that pain in the ass."
"Luis! I thought I told you...not in front of Ali," she said. Bringing her voice down to a whisper. "I'm sorry," he grinned. "Correction. Pain in the A-S-S," he said. Spelling it out. "Mommy!" Ali gasped. "Daddy said a bad word." Luis looked to Sheridan in shock. "When did she learn how to do that?" he whispered. "And HOW..." "Jake," Sheridan muttered. Rubbing her forehead tiredly. "This Jake character is just full of tricks, isn't he?" Chad laughed. "Yeah," Luis smirked. "That's Hank's son for you. Have you heard the news? Gwen's expecting another little terror in a few months. Hank's on cloud nine."
Theresa smiled. She could just picture the look on Hank's face. Jake-- little mischief maker that he was--could do NO wrong in his eyes. Chip off the ole block, he always boasted. She wondered what he'd do...what Jake'd do...if Gwen had a baby girl. She laughed at the thought. Either way...she kinda felt sorry for Gwen. She was going to have her hands full. Overflowing. She sighed. She wouldn't mind having her hands full. Success wasn't all it was cracked up to be unless you had someone to share it with.
Sheridan noticed the wistful expression on Theresa's face and decided to change the subject again. "You know what, Theresa? I don't think it'd hurt if you visited with Cristian now. Otherwise, he'll keep us ALL up the entire night. What do you say?" she asked with a smile. "I'd like that," Theresa answered. "You and Chad start dinner without us 'women'," Sheridan said. Sweeping her giggling daughter up onto her hip. "Just don't eat it all. Men are such pigs," she called over her shoulder in a teasing voice. "Aren't they, Theresa?" Theresa's only response was laughter. Chad shook his head at the expression of pure happiness on Luis's face as he said, "They're something else, aren't they?" "Can't argue with that, Man," he answered. "I sure can't argue with that."
Chapter 8
"There's my beautiful wife," Luis grinned. Wrapping his arms around Sheridan's waist from behind. "I was almost ready to send a search party out for you," he whispered. Kissing her bare shoulder. "Blame it on those beautiful, maddeningly stubborn children of ours, Buster. Ali refused to let Theresa read her bedtime story to her. I had to do it. And Cristian.he doesn't want to miss a thing," she said. "Smart kids," Luis laughed. Nuzzling her neck. Smiling when she shivered. "It's you, Baby. Neither of them wants to let you out of their sight. "They love their mommy," he said. Trailing his lips along her jawline. "Just as much as I do," he said. "Have I told you lately?" he asked. Turning her around in his arms.
Sheridan's blue eyes sparkled in the soft lamplight. "I think maybe once or twice," she teased. "Once or twice? That's all? I'm getting a little behind on my most important job. Letting you know each and every day how much I love you, how happy I am to have you back in my life. Sheridan.you AND the children are my life," he said in a more serious voice. "I don't know what I'd do if." "Shh," she soothed. "You won't ever have to find out. I'M not going anywhere," she told him. Brushing her lips against his tenderly.
"Thank you," he smiled. Framing her face with his hands and kissing her forehead. "I don't know what got into me. I guess.things are just TOO perfect, you know? Almost too good to be true." Sheridan smiled at him. "I know exactly what you mean. But it is REAL. It's not a dream. But.just in case," she smirked. Running her hands down to his backside. And giving him a good pinch. Luis laughed. Pulling her closer. "All that worrying for nothing. I have a better way to prove this," he said, glancing around the room and back at her, "is real." "Oh yeah," Sheridan challenged. "Sounds interesting. Care to let me in on the secret?"
"My pleasure," Luis said in a low voice. Backing her up against the closed door and crushing his lips to hers. "Much better," Sheridan said shakily. Her hands traveling down his smooth stomach and pausing at the waistband of the pajama pants he wore. "Luis," she said. Moistening her lips with her tongue. "This isn't such a good idea. Not right now. Theresa's just down the hall. And Chad's camped out in the living room. There are limits to how.Luis," she rushed. Her cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment. "These walls aren't soundproof." Luis released the breath he'd been holding. A sly smile on his face as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Luis!" she laughed. Shoving him away. "You're too much sometimes," she smiled. "I'm going to go get a glass of water. You need anything?" "The only thing I want," he groaned, "is what I can't have."
She shut the door behind her. Her soft laughter echoing down the hall. "Chad," she said in surprise when she saw that he wasn't asleep at all. Wide awake actually. And staring at the open book in his lap with what could only be described as fascination. "Oh. Sheridan," he said. Jumping to his feet. Tucking the book out of sight. She studied him curiously. "It's alright, Chad. You don't have to hide it. It's only natural to have this desire to know," she said. Reaching around him and picking up the book. A picture album. A Crane picture album. She opened the album. And was met by the steely, unfeeling eyes of Alistair Crane. Her father.
"You know," she said softly. Lowering herself down to the sofa's softness. "My father was a horrible man. Almost inhuman. But I can't.I couldn't bring myself to throw away his picture," she admitted quietly. "It's the only picture I have of him. There's no excuse, Chad," she said. Her blue eyes locking into his. "No excuse for what he did to you. To Julian. Eve. He was a hateful, uncaring man. And his picture doesn't belong in here," she said. Removing it slowly. "Why don't you do the honors?" she suggested. Holding the photo out and nodding her head at the crackling fire. Chad took the picture from her trembling hand with a hesitant smile. Crossed the room. Knelt in front of its warmth. Looked into his Grandfather's eyes once more. And placed the picture in the flames.
"Well," Sheridan said. Breaking the silence that had descended on them. "I bet that felt good," she laughed softly. Chad laughed with her. Though he could see the smile on her lips didn't reach her eyes. "Better than I ever imagined. Now.why don't you help me out here?" he said. Pointing to the album in her lap. "I was looking in this book here before when it dawned on me.I have NO idea who these people are. And that ain't right. They're my family. Just like you," he smiled. "I'm curious. I want to get to know them. ALL of them. So.what do you say?" he asked.
"Okay," Sheridan said. "But first you have to promise me something." "A catch? Man. There's always a catch. Is that a Crane family trait?" he teased. "Wiseguy," she cracked. Blue eyes twinkling. "I'm being serious here, Chad. I want you to promise me that you'll at least give Eve a chance. I mean, really. She deserves it. She's your mother, Chad. She loves you. And don't start with the arguments," she warned when he opened his mouth. "You raise some legitimate points. But.do you really want to hold on to this.do you really want to keep her at arm's length for the rest of your life? She made some mistakes. We all do. Come on, Chad. You gave me a chance. Quite a leap of faith, don't you think? And I.at least I hope.turned out not to be so bad," she smiled. "Do we have a deal?" she asked. Offering her hand. He mulled it over for a few minutes. Before grasping her hand and shaking on it. "Deal. You drive a hard bargain. And for the record.you're not so bad at all. Not so bad," he said. Smiling at her. "What are you waiting for? We don't have all night," he pointed to the album. Luis hugged Theresa close as they watched the unlikely couple. Everything was almost too good to be true.
Chapter 9
"I want you to be good for Aunt Theresa, sweetie. You promise?" Sheridan asked Ali. Securing the ribbon in her long blond hair. "I promise," Ali said sweetly. "Mommy? Why can't you go with us?" she pouted. "Ali, baby," she began. Brushing her knuckles across Ali's soft cheek. "I thought I explained all this. Mommy's got an interview today. You like the Youth Center, don't you?" Ali nodded her head. Her blue eyes shining with confusion. "I'm going to talk with a nice man about getting a job there. Being the director." "What's a director?" Ali asked. "What will you do?"
"I can answer that, Ali," Theresa said. Walking into the Ali's bedroom with Cristian settled on her hip. "That means your mommy's going to be in charge. Wouldn't that be great?" she smiled. "I guess," Ali whispered. Her little face downcast. "But Mommy.who would stay with Cristian and me? I don't want a babysitter." Sheridan pulled Ali into her arms and hugged her tight before answering her question. "Sometimes Nana would stay with you. And sometimes.sometimes I'd take you and your brother to work with me." "Really?" Ali asked skeptically. Hope in her childish voice. "Really," Sheridan assured her. Smiling when Ali heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Better?" she asked. Giving Ali Eskimo kisses. "All better," Ali giggled.
"Thank you for doing this, Theresa," she said later. As she made sure her son was buckled in securely in his carseat. Ali, too. "No problem," Theresa smiled. Hugging her in goodbye. "I love these two," she said. Winking at Ali. "And you don't have to worry. I would NEVER let anything happen to them. So.quit being such a worrywart. They'll be fine," she said. Sheridan laughed softly. "I guess I AM worrying too much. I." "I know," Theresa said. Taking her hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly. "Mommy," Ali giggled when Sheridan hugged her fiercely once again. "Sorry, baby," she whispered. Committing Ali's smiling blue eyes to memory. She couldn't explain it. But something just felt.off. "You know Mommy loves you, don't you sweetheart?" An adorable smile lit up Ali's face as she said, "Always." "And forever," Sheridan added. Tears in her eyes. "Sheridan," Theresa chided gently as she cranked the car. "Remember what I said."
Theresa watched Sheridan's figure fade in the distance as she drove away. To the mall. "So.Miss Ali.where do you want to go first?" "The toy store!" Ali squealed excitedly. Theresa giggled at her niece's reflection in the rearview mirror. "The toy store it is," she said with a smile. "How about a little music?" she asked. Turning on the radio and searching for a good station. She stopped looking when she heard Ali's sweet voice singing softly in the backseat. She was amazed to learn she knew ALL the words. The smile on her face grew as she joined her in song. And before she knew it.they were there.
Ali waited patiently while she strapped Cristian in his stroller. Slipping her tiny hand in hers. Her face lighting up with awe when they walked inside the bustling building. It was dizzying, and Theresa began to think that maybe they should have just gone to the park. Somewhere calmer. "Oh, Aunt Theresa!" Ali exclaimed. Tugging on her hand. "There's Jake's mommy! Can we go see her?" Theresa looked up, and her eyes connected with Gwen's from a few feet away. She couldn't ward off the rush of memories when she saw her. Reminders of how young and naïve she'd been. "Okay," she said slowly. Realizing the past was in the past.
Ali took off running before she could say another word. And Theresa had to laugh at the look of surprise and shock on Gwen's face when Ali threw her arms around her legs. "Hi to you, too, Ali," she laughed. Rubbing her rounded tummy self-consciously as she looked at her and said, "Hi, Theresa." The moment was a bit awkward to say the least, and Theresa was actually thankful when Cristian start fussing. She unbuckled him and carefully brought him close to her chest. Stroking his back soothingly. Gradually his cries quieted. "You're good with him, Theresa," Gwen said softly. She shot Gwen a grateful smile as before continuing to hum lullabies to her nephew. Pleased when Gwen smiled back, and in that moment, she felt really silly for labeling Gwen the 'enemy' all those years ago.
"Oh god," she heard Gwen mutter under her breath, and she turned to see what or who had caused such a reaction. Cringing when she saw none other than Rebecca Hotchkiss. Ali tugged at her shirt nervously. "Aunt Theresa," she whispered. "I don't like her. She scares me." "Ali," Theresa hushed. "Oh don't worry about it," Gwen said. "She has that effect on a lot people. Myself included sometimes. I don't know what possessed me to actually invite her today. It's not like she's thrilled with the fact that I'm carrying Hank's child. Again," she sighed. As Rebecca got closer and closer. "Theresa...I would advise you to leave," she warned. "This isn't going to be pretty." But it was too late.
"Well, well. If it isn't the little gold-digging tramp that stole my daughter's fiance all those years ago. Fancy you showing your face again in this town," Rebecca sneered. "Mother!" Gwen gasped. Theresa glared at the older woman. Then leaned down and looked into Ali's blue eyes. "Sweetie. Why don't you go over there to the toy store? Okay? Stay where I can see you," she called as Ali followed her instructions. Theresa waited until she was out of earshot before saying anything. "Ms. Hotchkiss," she said. Handing Cristian to Gwen. "I'm not saying what I did all those years ago was right. Far from it. But that was years ago. I've moved on. We've all moved on. And I don't appreciate you talking to me like that in front of my brother's children. At least have the decency not to do that."
"Decency," Rebecca mocked. "I can't believe I'm hearing this. From you of all people." Theresa looked down at her feet. Some of what she was saying was striking a chord. But...she wasn't evil. And she wanted the woman to see that. "I've already apologized. What more do you want? Is it not enough that I've had to live with my actions all this time? I'm alone. There's no one in my life. Because I feel guilty. That I resorted to such..." "Well, you should feel guilty," Rebecca shrieked. "You lying, conniving..." "Mother!" Gwen yelled. "It's over. Like Theresa said. And I'm much happier with Hank than I ever was with Ethan. Can't you see that?" she practically yelled. "Stop this stupid fighting. Now. You're scaring the baby," she said. Kissing Cristian's downy head in an effort to calm him. As if to prove her point, Cristian began wailing in earnest. Drawing the curious stares of onlookers. Rebecca shut her mouth. Embarrassed by the unwanted attention. And Theresa took Cristian back from Gwen desperately trying to quiet his cries. This wasn't how her day with him and Ali was supposed to turn out. Oh no, she thought. Panic rising in her heart as she glanced over to the last place she had seen Ali. She wasn't there. She was gone. "Oh my god!" she gasped. Running toward the store. "Ali! Ali! Ali, where are you?!?!" Chapter 10
"Ali! Sweetie, don't do this to me. You're scaring your aunt Theresa, baby," she cried. Frantically searching the toy store. Cristian was screaming at the top of his lungs. People looked at her strangely. Warily. She ran down the aisles. Her heart stopping with every little blond head she saw. None of them was her. "Here," she barely registered hearing Rebecca say. Holding out her arms for Cristian. "I'll hold him," she said forcefully. "Theresa," she sighed. "Give him to me. You can't look for her with him screaming in your face like that, and you know it."
She noticed Gwen talking to the manager of the store, and it was obvious she was telling him what Ali looked like. Asking him questions. She kissed Cristian's forehead and thrust him into Rebecca's arms. Racing outside to the throng of people. She couldn't have gone far. She wouldn't wander off like that. She knew better. She knew better, she thought with a pang. Trying to ward off the tears she felt stinging her eyes. She'd broken her promise to Sheridan. It was all her fault.
She jerked when she felt a hand on her arm. "Excuse me, m'am," he said. And she looked up into kind gray eyes. "I need to ask you some questions," he said. Taking out a notepad. "Give me a description of the little girl. Where you last saw her. How long she's been missing." She ran her hands through her hair nervously. Speaking softly. Closing her eyes and picturing Ali the last time she saw her. "She's a beautiful, beautiful little girl. Blue eyes. Long blond hair. It's tied up with a red ribbon today, though. In a ponytail," she babbled.
"Four years old. Nearly five. She's so proud," she said tremulously. Tears shining in her eyes. "Said she was a big girl. But she's just a baby. About this tall," she said. Indicating with her hands Ali's height. "What was she wearing?" he asked after taking all that down. "Jeans. A red sweater. And this really cute little black jacket. I'm sorry. I'm having trouble." "It's okay," he reassured her. "Take your time." "Time? Time! Too much time's passed already," she said. Her voice rising with every word. "I haven't seen her in almost twenty minutes. Since I told her to.It's all my fault. I never should have.I never," she broke off. Sobbing.
The man left her alone then. To make a call on his cell phone. She could barely make out his garbled voice giving a description of Ali to the person on the other end. This was a nightmare. A complete and utter nightmare. "Theresa," Gwen said softly. "Theresa," she repeated. Placing her hands on her shoulders and leading her away from the curious crowd. "It's not your fault. They're going to find her. I just know they will. I called Hank. He's on his way with Sam. He promised to call Luis for me. Do you know where Sheridan is?" she asked gently. "She needs to know."
"She had an interview about the director's job at the Youth Center today," she said numbly. "She was worried something was going to go wrong today, but I convinced her everything would be alright. I lied. I lied to her, Gwen," she said. Raising her red eyes to the other woman. And for the first time, she noticed the wetness in her own eyes as she looked at her. Sympathetically. "Theresa," she said softly. "Theresa."
"Gwen! Babe, what happened?" Hank asked in concern. Taking his wife in his arms. "Have they found her yet?" he queried. His brown eyes darting back and forth between them. "They're looking," Rebecca said. Joining them. She glared at Hank when he sent a stunned look her way. And hugged Cristian closer. He was still crying. But more softly now. "They have every security man in this mall looking for that little girl." "Marty and a few of the other guys are searching for her, too," Sam added. "Ali's very special to a lot of people."
"Luis?" Theresa whispered. "Does he know?" she asked. Staring into Hank's brown eyes. Hank nodded his head. "He went to get Sheridan. Break the news to her." "Is he...?" "Your brother's trying to play it cool. But I'm not going to lie to you, Theresa," Hank said. Releasing Gwen from his grasp and walking over to her. Taking her hands in his. "He's scared. He loves that little girl. She's all he had when Sheridan was missing all those years."
She lowered her head. The truth of his words making it hurt even more. Ali was the only thing that kept Luis alive when he thought Sheridan was dead. And she'd lost Luis'--and Sheridan's--most precious possession. She'd never forgive herself if something happened. Never. And she had to wonder as she looked up and saw her brother leading Sheridan through the crowd...would THEY ever forgive her? All hope seemed lost when the kind man that had questioned her before walked toward them slowly. Carrying the tiny black jacket. Her heart sank as she saw the red ribbon flutter to the ground behind him. And Sheridan's screams echoed in her ears.