Lost In Stormy Visions
By: Olivia
Chapter 5
Monica followed John into the kitchen where she found a blonde woman sitting at the table with another, older woman. The similarity was striking-mother and daughter. John sat down next to the blonde woman and put his hand on top of hers. The woman looked up at Monica. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red rimmed, her mascara smeared. Even looking her worst, there was still a quiet beauty that emanated from this woman. Pain and suffering, fear and guilt, were taking its toll upon this woman who had lost her child, her only child. It didn't take Monica's sensitive nature to feel how she felt, and yet feel it she did.
John leaned in close to his wife. "Barb, this is Agent Reyes. She's with the FBI. She's been put in charge of findin' Luke. She's gonna help me find him and bring him home safe."
"I'm sorry to bother you right now Mrs. Doggett. I can't begin to know what you're going through but I know this is a horrible time for you right now. I know you've already gone over what happened with the police, but I need to hear it from you. I need to see if you remember anything else, anything at all that might help us find your son."
Barbara nodded. Voice shaking she recounted what had happened this morning. By the end tears were coursing down her face. "I shouldn't have let him ride alone around the block. It had always been so safe. I never should have let him out of my sight."
Monica saw John squeeze Barbara's hand as he leaned in close and whispered, "It's not your fault. It's not you're fault, Barbara."
Monica was amazed. It had been her experience in cases like these that the one parent wound up blaming the other, but this wasn't happening here. In a second she realized why. They were each trying to take the blame upon themselves. They were each trying to spare the other one any pain they could. That simple thought filled her both with awe of and sadness for these two. She wanted to tell them that they couldn't blame themselves, that they never had the power to protect their son from every evil in the world.
But before she could give voice to her feelings she saw that Barbara was looking at her. "Please, please find my son," she pleaded.
Monica knew she should never make a promise that she didn't know she could keep. Her adoptive father had taught her that. But despite that, somehow the words came tumbling out due to a deep feeling she felt within her. "I'm going to find you son." There was no alternative now but to find Luke.
End of Chapter 5
"No one every told me that grief felt so like fear,"-C.S. Lewis
By: Olivia
Chapter 5
Monica followed John into the kitchen where she found a blonde woman sitting at the table with another, older woman. The similarity was striking-mother and daughter. John sat down next to the blonde woman and put his hand on top of hers. The woman looked up at Monica. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red rimmed, her mascara smeared. Even looking her worst, there was still a quiet beauty that emanated from this woman. Pain and suffering, fear and guilt, were taking its toll upon this woman who had lost her child, her only child. It didn't take Monica's sensitive nature to feel how she felt, and yet feel it she did.
John leaned in close to his wife. "Barb, this is Agent Reyes. She's with the FBI. She's been put in charge of findin' Luke. She's gonna help me find him and bring him home safe."
"I'm sorry to bother you right now Mrs. Doggett. I can't begin to know what you're going through but I know this is a horrible time for you right now. I know you've already gone over what happened with the police, but I need to hear it from you. I need to see if you remember anything else, anything at all that might help us find your son."
Barbara nodded. Voice shaking she recounted what had happened this morning. By the end tears were coursing down her face. "I shouldn't have let him ride alone around the block. It had always been so safe. I never should have let him out of my sight."
Monica saw John squeeze Barbara's hand as he leaned in close and whispered, "It's not your fault. It's not you're fault, Barbara."
Monica was amazed. It had been her experience in cases like these that the one parent wound up blaming the other, but this wasn't happening here. In a second she realized why. They were each trying to take the blame upon themselves. They were each trying to spare the other one any pain they could. That simple thought filled her both with awe of and sadness for these two. She wanted to tell them that they couldn't blame themselves, that they never had the power to protect their son from every evil in the world.
But before she could give voice to her feelings she saw that Barbara was looking at her. "Please, please find my son," she pleaded.
Monica knew she should never make a promise that she didn't know she could keep. Her adoptive father had taught her that. But despite that, somehow the words came tumbling out due to a deep feeling she felt within her. "I'm going to find you son." There was no alternative now but to find Luke.
End of Chapter 5
"No one every told me that grief felt so like fear,"-C.S. Lewis