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Chapter-3
Mary wipes the tears from her face, looking at Paul with pleading eyes "when can we see our son"?
This was the hardest part for Paul, as he looked down at their entwined fingers he took a deep breath before speaking "Mr. And Mrs. Davis, I can sympathize with you wanting to see your son immediately, but this is a complicated situation that must be handled delicately and there are a few thing you have to understand before you see him, beside not having knowledge of your existence, he has made a life for himself."
"Are you implying we have no right to see our son after all these year, who the hell do you think you are?" Wilfred shouted with rage as his wife tried to calm him.
"Mr. Davies please let me explain; Paul says, stunned by Wilfred's outburst.
"Yes Paul, please explain why, after all these years my wife and I are being prevented from seeing our only child?" Wilfred shouted with anger.
Mary held her husband hand and reminded him how Paul had work relentlessly to find their son when everyone else gave up, to please hear him out.
Paul stood with the file in his hand moving to sit in the chair beside the Davies. Opening the file he hand them a picture of Ianto with his son.
"All evidence points to this young man being your son", Paul paused, "but as I stipulated there is room for error. Mr. Jones or Wilfred has a son and is married. But it's not your typical marriage; he and his companion Capt. Jack Harkness had their son through a surrogate."
Paul thought he notice a certain look pass Wilfred Davies face, but shrugged it off, he could have been mistaken. "Ianto works for the Tourist board in Cardiff; Capt. Harkness is also his boss."
Mary smiled, "is he happy?"
"Yes, he appeared to be very happy and he adors his son", Paul replied. Wilfred sat with a stoic expression, which didn't go, unnoticed by Paul.
Finally breaking his silence, Wilfred asked again when could they see their son.
Paul sighed, "I've been consulting with a specialist about this case and I would like for you to see her before you visit your son. She believes he's may be suffering from retrograde amnesia, Dr. Valma Smith will help you to better understand this condition and what to expect. I've asked her to see you, she is expecting you tomorrow at 10 am, here is her card if this time not convenient you need to reschedule for a more appropriate one. It's imperative that you speak with her first."
Mary accepted the card as they prepared to leave; Wilfred apologized for his abrupt behavior and along with his wife thanked Paul for everything he had done.
Paul nodded with a smile as he said goodbye, closing the door behind them he was plagued with an uneasy feeling about Wilfred. The man he had dealt with over the years was kind, gentle and peaceful, but tonight he witnessed a man full of rage, Paul had to admit it was a bit unsettling.
As Wilfred drove into the driveway of their home, Mary knew her husband wanted some alone time, and went into the house while Wilfred went next door to close the bookstore.
After thanking Lily and Abby for doing an excellent job in their absence, Wilfred said goodbye as the young ladies left for the day. Now sitting in his office going over sales receipts and money, Wilfred slammed his hand down hard on the table, he couldn't erase the memory of Paul's words, "your son is married, but it's not your typical marriage, he and his companion Capt. Jack Harkness..."
"A MAN, NO NO NO!" Wilfred shouted, as he threw everything off his desk. "This isn't my son's choice, maybe it was the trauma he endured or he's been brainwashed, that's it, that has to be it."
Standing, pacing back and forth Wilfred closed his eyes "he had been head over heels in love with the little girl Ciara down the street, what did they do to my boy?"
Running his hand through his hair in frustration Wilfred suddenly stopped, remembering his friend Victor dealing with a problem somewhat similar to his, picking up the phone he placed a call to his friend.
"Hello, Victor? It's Wilfred, I need your help."
A hour later Mary watched from her bedroom window as a car pulled away from the bookstore, recognizing it as her husband's friend Victor, she was saddened that Wilfred has chosen someone else to talk to other than her.
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