Chapter 3: Nowhere to Run
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Karen Row sat at the table, sipping a hot cup of tea. Sometimes she worried about her son. She didn't like admitting she did. She sighed and looked at the door for
the third time this hour. She chuckled to herself, as soon as she took her eyes off of the door, the knob turned and Lucas walked in.
"Late night at the river court?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It helps me clear my mind, ma."
"Lucas Eugene Scott, I don't like that you isolate."
Lucas laughed and sat down. He sat the basketball on the table, and removed his headphones from his ears. Karen gave him a stern look, and he put the basketball
on the floor. Lucas' smile remained.
"Maybe I get that from you, ma."
Now it was Karen's turn to laugh.
"Where were you Luke?"
Lucas looked down. He felt shame when he thought about Dan Scott, and his brother Nathan. Karen saw it all over his face. She knew that look all too well. She'd
seen it when she was pregnant with Lucas in her own reflection, and now she saw it on her son's face.
"I saw that house. I saw my little brother."
Karen's heart almost stopped, yet she remained composed. She smiled softly.
"I can't hide from it anymore. Neither can you. Lucas, I'm not ashamed of you. God is not ashamed of you. He gave you to me." Karen stood up and walked over to
her son.
"Why are we like the outcasts?" Luke asked, a fire sparking in his eyes.
"Because beyond darkness lies greatness," Karen said, her eyes suddenly distant. "My life has been a series of tunnels, but I learned the hard way that, the only way
to get through life is to face myself."
"How can you face yourself?" Lucas smiled, knowingly.
"By believing that Jesus is behind you, on your left, on your right, and goes before you." She gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, because she knew things
would get no easier for her son.