Chapter 7
The whole family stood there, staring at the boy. All incapable to utter a single word. Rick bent his head down, waiting for someone to speak.
Eric looked at the child in front of him. This was his grandson, Eric Matthew Camden, named after him. The child of his eldest daughter, a daughter he hadn't seen in nearly ten years. A daughter he now knew had been kidnapped.
Annie's eyes were filled with tears. This was her lond lost daughter's son. She was starting to find the silence unbearable, but what do you say to a child whom you only met recently, a child who happens to be your grandson.
Lucy couldn't believe it. This was Mary's son.Her sister's child. A sister she had missed and resented for about ten years. She had missed the bond they had, she had missed having someone she could always talk to, someone to laugh and argue with, someone who would be there for her if she was in trouble, she had missed her sister. And for the same reasons she had resented her. For leaving, for not being there, for vanishing.
Ruthie was fixing Rick. This was Mary's son? Mary? The one who left.The one nobody talked about anymore. The one who was set as the bad exemple in the family. She had been kidnapped? She hadn't left by choice? Ruthie didn't know what to think anymore.
Kevin's cop instinct kicked in. She's been kidnapped? We need to find her, we need to save her.
Simon was skeptical, he knew he shouldn't be, but still. Was that kid telling the truth? Was he really Mary's son? Had Mary really been kidnapped? He had spent so many years thinking she had abandonned them. He had hated her for it.And now all he had believe all these years wouldn't be real?