Corinthos Household-

It was hard not to pace around the living room of his home while he waited for some sort of notification that his oldest son was all right. Sonny had foolishly believed that he could finally take a break and not have to worry about his children, but that ended up being one of the biggest mistakes he could have made. He always needed to worry about his children. They were always in danger. Maybe not just because of him, but it didn't matter. There was always the chance that something could have happened that he couldn't stop. He'd been reminded of that too frequently in a short span of time. First with Michael, then Damian and now even Morgan.

Jason had left with Courtney a short time prior. Sonny did feel that he had spoken too harshly to his best friend and right hand man, but at least Jason understood that the words that Sonny said were not entirely what he believed. When Sonny was afraid, he lashed out, even at the people who just wanted to help. It was a fact of life. And Jason usually ended up being on the receiving end of that lashing. Sonny was just thankful that he hadn't yet pushed the man away. While Carly and the children were a big part of his support system, his rock, Jason was up there with the rest of them. Things would fall apart without Jason, everyone knew that.

Finally giving up on the pacing when the soles of his feet became weary from the constant motion that they had been in since the night before, Sonny succumbed to the fatigue, but refused to let himself sleep. How could he sleep when one of his children could be out there, alone, looking for help? Even if Jason said that Damian didn't believe he was going to be in any danger Sonny knew that it was far from true.

Slumping over on the couch, Sonny Corinthos looked over and saw the gift that his son had given him. A lifetime of memories that Sonny could only hope to look at in picture form. It was more of a gift of love, but it was also a gift of torment, because each picture would show Sonny just what he had missed in one of his children's lives. It was better to see them somehow, but that did not make the pain any less difficult to cope with. Sonny was a man who hated failure, and the worst kind of failure to him was the failure of being a father.

Carly had stayed up in the nursery since she had taken Morgan there, but she was at least assured enough in Morgan's safety that she could check up on her husband. Ever cautious, Carly kept the baby monitor in her hand, and if Morgan made the slightest cough she would be the first one to run up the stairs and back into his room to make sure that everything was all right.

When Carly looked at her husband she knew that there was something that was bothering him. It wasn't hard to see. Sonny wore his emotions on his sleeve, even when he tried to hide them. That was actually the time when it was easiest to see what was wrong with Sonny. It wasn't that he was bad at hiding how he was feeling… at times, but more often than not, Carly could see it in her husband. He couldn't hide it, not from her.

Standing behind her husband, Carly gently put her hands over his shoulders and did her best to give him a massage. She wasn't trained in the skill, but any effort was better than nothing, at least that was what she was telling herself. Even though she didn't know much about the practice one thing was painfully obvious to her. "Sonny, you're so tense…"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Sonny asked, grateful for his wife's attempts at helping him, but not exactly enjoying the work that she was doing. As long as it wasn't painful, he wasn't going to make her stop. It could hurt her feelings and he would hate to alienate someone else in such a short span of time.

"Morgan's going to be all right," Carly tried to be as certain as she could, but it was hard, since she didn't really know for sure. Looking over his shoulder, Carly could see that Sonny was intently examining a book, "What are you looking at?"

"Damian's baby book…"

A small laugh came from Carly's mouth, "Look at that hair… and those clothes. God, when I look back at the eighties… sometimes I wonder what we were thinking."

"I'm not looking at this picture album for fashion statements…"

The seriousness in Sonny's tone of voice made Carly know right away that joking around was not going to help her husband with whatever it was he was dealing with. "Then what are you looking for?"

"Answers."

"Answers? To what? Sonny, what's wrong?"

"I don't know." Sonny turned the page, his eyes constantly looking at each piece of information, each picture. If there was something that Damian needed to do the best place to look was in his past, and the book in Sonny's hands was the only link that he had. "I wish I did…"

"You're starting to worry me," Carly stopped with her massage and walked over to be beside him. "Tell me what's wrong, Sonny. Please. If he's in trouble… I want to help. I really want to help him."

"He'd be touched to hear you say that…"

"I figure I owe him for a lot of things." More than she would ever let on, that much was certain. "Why don't you try asking him? If there's something wrong… he might tell you. He trusts you now."

"He's not here, Carly."

"Where is he?"

"We don't know, that's why I'm looking in this book. He told Jason that he needed to go be alone for some reason, but he didn't say why. All he said was that he was going to be all right, but I'm still worried about him."

"He can take care of himself… he's a big kid."

"What if he gets hit by another truck, Carly?" Sonny asked, completely oblivious to what the implication meant to his wife. "I don't want to take chances, not with my children. I almost lost Morgan…"

"His mother was so pretty… I can see why you…"

"It wasn't like that," Sonny quickly interrupted her. "It wasn't consensual on either of our parts. We were forced into it… the only thing that we had for privacy was the blanket that was over our bodies."

"Someone was watching you?"

"Scully… and her father." He should have known at that moment what a soulless bastard his former boss was, but Sonny was young and stupid. Still a teenager. Looking for something, anything, to get him out of the life that he had been used to growing up. "Elias tried to keep his eyes closed, but he could still hear her crying, hear Scully taunting him…" thinking about it brought the memories back. "Carly… her eyes… I could see it in her eyes. The way she would look at her father. I took something from her that only a man who loved her should have."

"You didn't have a choice… if your son can forgive you for what happened, why can't you?"

"Because he doesn't have to remember what happened… even if she were alive, I don't think Ana would have ever really forgiven me for what happened. She loved her father so much, she'd probably hate him just because she wanted him to be happy with her."

"Sonny…"

"Every child has a right to know both of their parents. Even if their parents end up being horrible people, they should at least know that… it's better than thinking that they're some sort of superhero who just stayed away from them to keep them safe. I may not have ever liked Mike for what he did, but at least I knew…"

"I can't do this anymore…"

Sonny wasn't sure what Carly meant by her statement. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't want to tell you… but I think you should know. Last night, when I was with Morgan… I made a decision about myself and my life that you need to know about."

"Just tell me, Carly… I'll do my best to understand."

"I want to find my father," she whispered. "I want to know what he looks like, who he is… I want him to know that he has a daughter and two grandsons."

"Are you sure about this?"

"You just said that every child has a right to know who their parents are…"

"I know," Sonny wasn't going to take back what he said. As far as he was concerned it was the truth. "I just want to know that you're ready for this. It could be something that you might regret after it happens, and once it's done, there's no way that you can take it back."

"I need to know, Sonny."

"Talk to your mother…"

Carly shook her head, "Mom won't help me this time. I know it. I already asked her, she refused to tell me anything."

"That…" Sonny remembered the time that they were in the hospital. The distance that was between Carly and her mother. "That's why you and Bobbie weren't really talking this morning, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Sonny, I know that she's not proud of the person that she was when she had me, but she's not that person anymore. Bobbie's a respected nurse. Even if people found out about the type of girl that she was they're not going to think that she's that type of woman now. They know better."

"Do you think she knows?"

"I know that she's holding information out on me." Carly was certain that Bobbie had at least an idea of some people who could be her father. There was only a short period of time in which she could have been conceived. Really, how many people could it have been? "But I don't know if she'll ever give it to me."

"Do you want me to try and ask her? Or maybe I can have Mike do it?"

"No. I need to do this on my own… or try as hard as I can. I just wanted you to know what I had planned, because I know that if something happens… you'll be there for me, but you'll be able to help me more now that you're aware of everything."

"For what it's worth I think that you're doing the right thing."

"I knew you would understand." She was truly blessed to have a husband like Sonny. Even when they drove each other crazy, which was quite often, they would always come together when they needed each other. "But try and keep Michael away from everything. I don't want him to get his hopes up about having a new grandpa… only to have them crushed."

"What about your hopes?" Sonny asked. "Carly… what I said, you know it's possible. Your father could be the type of man that you wouldn't want for a father. Are you sure you're really ready to have something like that happen?"

"He's still my father… I just want him to know that I exist. Maybe he'll hate me, maybe he'll hate himself for never knowing about me… I need to know, Sonny. That's all I want."

"Okay," Sonny understood her desire. "Thank you for telling me…"

"Maybe I shouldn't have. At least not right now. Not when you're dealing with everything."

"You're still important to me, Carly. I don't want you to ever think that I can't help you with your problems, because I would do anything for you, you should know that by now."

"I do know that." Carly was assured and comforted by her husband's devotion. One of the few constants in her life.

Elsewhere-

It took him a long time to actually get inside, but after the many personal battles that came with taking a few steps and then walking away he finally managed to open the doors and walk in. There was nobody inside, and for that he was thankful. It was easier to do things alone. People didn't ask questions and he didn't have to state the pain that his heart was feeling. It was bad enough that his mind wouldn't let him forget, to have to recite it once more just seemed cruel.

The light poured in from the stained glass windows, hitting the center. It was always like that. It was like that when he said goodbye.