It was early the next morning when Angela walked through the doors of Ravenscar Hospital, she had been given the week off from working to mourn, but what she really wanted to do was figure out who this Nathaniel was. John walked in behind Angela; carrying one of the old journals he followed her up to the fifth floor.

"Hi, I'm Angela Dodson, I spoke with a Margaret earlier today." Angela said giving a bright smile to the receptionist behind the desk.

"Yes, about Nathaniel?" the young woman asked.

"Yes that's him." Angela responded looking over to John who was reading from the journal. He still couldn't believe what they had found.

"He's in room 523, just down the hall, Margaret is in there with him."

"Thank you." Angela said then turned around and headed towards the room, "John, I'll be right back, can you stay here please?"

"Sure, go ahead." John said making eye contact with her for the first time that day.

Angela starred at the door that read 523, her fist slowly made contact with the door in a knocking motion. The door opened and the same young woman from the funeral stood smiling at her.

"Hello, Angela right?" she asked extending her hand.

"Yes, hello." Angela said shaking it.

"Please I'd like to talk to you before you go in, is that ok?" Margaret asked.

"Sure."

"So what brought you here to see him?" Margaret asked standing outside looking at Angela.

"I'm, not sure, but when I saw him at the hospital, he reminded me so much of Isabel."

"How so?"

"He was shy like her, calm, quiet and his eyes reminded me of a friend, but his face looked just like hers, only more boyish." Angela said remembering what it was that reminded her mostly of Isabel at that time.

"So you think this little boy is your sisters?" Margaret asked confused.

"No, I know he is. You don't need to lie to me, I know all about her story. A catholic girl, who was believed to be crazy, giving birth out of wedlock, asked a kind nurse to talk care of her baby because she didn't want to bring in this world when she was such a sinful person, and with the father so far away she had no choice."

"How do you know all this?"

"I'm her twin, I know where she keeps her secrets." Angela answered smiling.

"Then you know why we could not keep the two apart." Margaret said lowering her head.

"No, that much I don't."

"He wouldn't eat, sleep, nor move, unless he was with his mother. They had a bond that was not meant to be broken, so Isabel asked that he stay here and she could take car of him, but Nathaniel was never to know she was his mother because he would want to leave with he, so we lied and told him his mother died, when in reality he was with his mother all along."

"So you lied to him?"

"Yes, but only because Isabel asked, but once she died he knew, he knew who she was because he stopped eating and sleeping, he just sits there, doing nothing. I took him to the funeral to say god-bye, but when he saw you I saw the life and hope in him again, the very same he had with his mother."

"Why did you listen to Isabel?" Angela asked resting her back against a nearby wall.

"Because I knew Isabel, I knew she wasn't crazy. Like the two of you I'm physic and she knew that which was why she trusted me with her child."

"So you knew all along, and still helped her, thank you." Angela whispered smiling.

"It was for the safety of the child," Margaret trailed off, and then spoke again. "you know the day before Isabel died she told me to take care of him for awhile then she promised me a real family would be here to take him home, I guess that's you."

"Yeah, Isabel sent me some signs." Angela mumbled remembering how she stumbled across the box full of journals, it hit her hard on the head.

"Are you going to take him home?"

"Yes, I will he's my nephew, I think I should." Angela joked slightly.

"Great, you can go in and talk to him well I get the papers." Margaret said as she walked down the hallway towards the receptionist.