Chapter Twelve: A Personal Errand
"Mom?"
The voice came through the dark night.
Marie turned her head to see him and then looked away.
"Mom. I need your help."
She did not reply outside of pulling her shawl tighter around her.
"Mom. There was a mistake. All those years ago."
She was listening.
"Dad was hurt. He's still alive."
Marie's eyes lit like fires. She turned toward her son with a maddening slowness.
"He was blinded. Just hurt. I wanted to take you to him. I want you two to be together Mom."
She was studying him carefully.
"I just have to know Mom." He stiffened "I have to know that you're... Still..." He began to cry. "Still in there."
She reached out and touched his face, wiping away his tear as he had wiped away hers when last they met. Her mind pushed through the fog. She knew. Somewhere inside, she knew this mans name. If she could just recall, it would show him, it would prove it, it would change the past. *Not dead. Not dead. Just hurt. Have to go! *
*Logan!*
"Lu-cas".
