Chapter Three

Mac leaned back in his chair and stared at his older brother. "You still feel guilty, don't you Robert?" Ever since his arrival in Port Charles, Mac had watched as the older brother he had always looked up to descended into a constant depression that was slowly killing him. Mac didn't know how to help him or if her even could.

Robert looked at him. "Yes. It was my life and my choices that killed her." And marrying Anna.

"Why?"

"Because I killed her!"

Faison and Michelle walked into the penthouse suite at the PC Hotel. "Papa, why are we really in Port Charles?"

Faison looked at his daughter and s small sadistic smile crossed his face. Michelle was just like her mother. She always had been. She had her strength, her inquisitive nature, and her intelligence.

But, unlike her mother, Michelle was ruthless.

"To seek revenge on some certain people."

"Who?" The girl's eyes seemed to glint with an uncanny likeness to his own. He smiled.

"Your mother and uncles."

"Well, Ms. Devane, I'm sorry that I ran into you," Zander said.

"Robin, please," Robin replied.

"Okay, Robin."

"Do you know where there is a place to get something to eat?"

"Yeah, sure, Kelly's is just a few blocks away from here. I can show you."

"Okay."

He smiled and they started to walk towards Kelly's.

"Robert, you need to stop blaming yourself," Mac told his brother. "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was my fault, Malcolm." Robert looked at his brother for a minute before standing up and walking out of the house.

Sean walked into the room and shook his head. "He's always going to blame himself Mac. We all need to accept that." Mac sighed, knowing that Sean was right but still unable to accept things as they stood. Robert would be back to his normal self tomorrow showing no signs of his depression and self hatred.

Zander and Robin went into Kelly's and sat at the counter. Bobbie moved away from the woman. She wanted to know more about this woman before she told her anything about Zander.

"Emily's upstairs," she told him. He nodded and went upstairs.

"Erica?" Robin asked. Erica turned.

"Hello, Robin.

Anna finally got tired of pacing her room. She grabbed her keys and walked out of the suite. Minutes later she found herself on the docks. She wanted to lash out at someone, something, but now was not the time to lose her cool. She had a job to do. Reunite Erica and Robin with Robert.

Even if Robert still hated her, he wouldn't shut out his own daughter. He wasn't that cold. She picked up a rock off the ground and threw it towards Wyndemere.

Her job wasn't going to be easy, especially with Faison roaming around. Anna knew that he would only provoke the situation and give her even more reason to torture him to death. She tossed another rock into the water.

"If you're gonna do that, you need to do it right," a man said from behind her.

"I could ask you the same question," Robin replied.

Damn, Erica thought, she's so much like Anna it's scary, but the young woman was also a lot like her aunt Alex and had a bit of adventure that Erica guessed came from Robert. She had come to love Robin like a daughter in that past few years since her rescue, but she would never replace Erica's own daughter.

"Where's your mother?" Erica asked.

"At the hotel." Erica nodded.

At that moment Zander came back down stairs. He looked directly at Erica. Their eyes met. Erica felt a multitude of emotion in his gaze and her heart constricted. Her son, her beloved son.

"Mother?"

"Zander," she whispered.

Robin watched, a smile upon her face. Zander walked around her and to Erica. After a few seconds of silent communication, Zander put his arm around his mother and led her out of the diner. Robin, a smile still on her face, followed silently.

Anna froze. It was him. She had hoped to avoid him until he found out about Erica, but the way her luck had been running lately...She shouldn't be surprised that he was there.

She cursed herself for forgetting the date. Twenty-three years since the day he had discovered her betrayal. Twenty-three years since Erica had been declared dead.

"You need to do it like this," he said picking up a rock and tossing it towards the island.

She turned her head slightly so he wouldn't be able to see her face. Tears were filling her eyes as she thought about the last time they had seen each other. He had been so angry and he had hated her. Anna had spent a long time blaming herself for Erica's death. She had barely healed from that when Faison started coming after her again.

She knew about everything that had happened to Robert over the years. She knew that he blamed himself for Erica's death and that nothing anyone had even said to him had taken that pain away. She watched him now, twenty-three years to the day after the fire and all she wanted to do was hold him in her arms.

Michelle Faison walked out of the hotel suite that she shared with her father. It was suffocating her. She went to Wyndhams and looked around for a while but found nothing of interest to her.

"Is there nothing to do in this town?" She asked out loud with a sigh.

"There are if you go to the right places and know the right people."

Anna watched Robert from the corner of her eye. She just wanted to touch him to make sure that he was real. She shook her head of those ideas. She was about to turn and walk away when a voice stopped her.

"Running again Anna?"