"How did you find me?" she was ensure. And amaze. When she opened the door, she didn't imagine to see him. Not before a so brief time. But all she was able to tell him, was how did you find me.
Maurice entered the 3rd floor apartment. It was quite big. An entrance, a lounge, a kitchen, a dining room. Two bathrooms. Two bedrooms. A small study for herself.
"Do you want to do a tour in my house?" she asked sarcastically.
He looked in all the house. in search of what? HE didn't know the answer, too. Maybe traces of his existence in her life, or someone else's trace. An other man? There was nothing in the entire house that made him thought to a similar thing…
"Where's…" he tried to ask. But she stopped and took a photo from the fireplace.
"Michael? He is with my uncle, Jeffrey. Do you remember him?"
"The cardio-surgeon. Yes. He was your surrogate-father. He was a little… interfering in your life. I think he tried to kill me some times. " he took the photo from her hand "he has your eyes. They're so splendid… particular. Brown and at almond. Like the Asians. You never told me how you can have such a beautiful eyes."
"If you want an answer, well… I don't know how. But you didn't answer to my question, too. How did you find me?"
" Don't forget I'm a policeman. I've my sources. – he was silent for a while, then he went on the sofa and, with the photo in one hand, he begun to look at her and speaking again – I was questioning myself about … - he stopped himself for a while, again – about your life. I don't know anything about you and the child. "
"for example?" she asked cold. She was ever cold. She was a woman of science, she was rational. And cold like all the scientists.
"for example… why didn't you go ahead during all this time? Or why did you tell me about the child? Or on other interesting question is why did you gave him the name "Michael", and don't try to tell me is for your father because I know you hate him. So – he told her getting up from the sofa and going in her direction. He stand in front of her, his face was at some millimetres of distance from hers. He looked in her eyes with his deep glance – tell me the truth, watching in my eyes. Tell me why you told me everything, why you didn't tell it at that time… "
He took Megan's face in his hands, obliging her to look at him. She was crying.
"it's not what you think…" she tried to say.
"Make me understand. Were frightened of me to be a father? Maybe… a violent father like…"
"no..no… it's not what you think… it wasn't for you… for your role of father… I believe you can be a great father since the first time I met you. I was frightened of a life together. My father… he broke my mother's heart, you know. He broke my heart,too. A lot of men broke my heart, a lot of times. I started to think… I wasn't sure about your feelings for me… I left you before you left me… and my child. And the only thing I gained, is the sense of fault to have took a father away from his son and vice versa."
"It's my fault, too.- he told embarrassed her - I didn't tell you about what I felt.-He gave her a kiss on her forehead. – but now I can, and I want a new start. With you, and with my son."
THE END