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Chapter-18

Mary was seething with anger as she demanded to know what Wilfred had done to her son. In his attempt to placate her,Wilfred tried to reach out to Mary but she backed away shouting, ''You answer me right now or I'll walk out that door, and this marriage is over".

Nervously running his hand through his hair, Wilfred tied to think of anything to say that would help him make his case to her.

'' Mary, please listens it's not as bad as it sound, I'm begging you to just hear me out'', Wilfred plead with all the emotion he could find within him. Maybe it wasn't much in the light of the events but,He knew once he explained Mary could better understand what happened.

Mary reluctantly sat down still shaken with fury as she took a tissue to wipe the tears flowing from her eyes .She would listen and then she would decide if their marriage would continue. Wilfred sat next to Mary; he knew he had to do this right. Mary could never discover what he and Victor had conspired and carried out. He could never tell her about having their son kidnapped.

Beside Dr Steward had threaten Wilfred if his reputation or the hospital was tarnish in anyway due to his dealing with him, he would pay dearly, stating he had worked too hard to achieved what he had.

Wilfred prepared himself for his greatest performance of deception as he began to spin a web of lies, and deceit to his beloved wife. Taking a deep breath, Wilfred nervously spoke

"Mary, it all started the night I asked you for more time to accept our son .I decided you were right, so the next day I went to Cardiff. I watch our son from afar for two days with his lover and friends. The third day I follow them to a pub. I sat at the bar and watched as my son's lover flirt not only with women but also men in there." Wilfred now started to cry, "Even the woman that was with them. He hugged and flirted with her with no regard for our son, who sat there suffering in silence with pain etched in his face."

For a moment he stopped talking to his wife he looked as if remembering the scene that he was portraying to her. So she stayed silent until he took a shuddering breath and tried to compose himself. He breathed through his nose, helping himself to stop the tears and after a blow of his nose and a deep relaxing breath continued on with his story.

"Mary it was so heart wrenching. I knew, I had to do something to help my son .So I did more investigating. The little boy isn't our son, it his lover from a previous affair."

Hearing this Mary was confused, this wasn't the impression she had received from her son, had she been blinded by her love and happiness of him being alive that she hadn't seen the angst in his eye or behind the smile. Wilfred touching her hand brought her from her thought.

"Mary, the next day, I follow him though the day. That evening he went to this store Tesco, I decided to tell him who I was. When I approached him, he panicked asking why I was following him. I tried to explain who I was, he call me a perverted old man, and asked me to stay the hell away from him. But I continue to reach out to him. At that moment was when he drew out something, what looked like a gun. I tried to push it away and he lost his balance hitting his head."

''Oh God, Mary,'' Wilfred was sobbing uncontrollable. "I was devastated for a second time I had hurt our son causing him pain."

Mary sat frozen unable to move, she wanted to scream but nothing would come out, nothing but tears from her eyes. She needed to know was he dead? Was her baby really dead this time?

"Oh God nooooo," Mary sobbed," please, please, I've just gotten him back".

"Mary, sweetheart please listen,'' Wilfred pleaded shaking her. " He's alive, our son's alive, and he remembers, he remembers you, me, the bookstore. He remembers."

Mary gasped as she clapped her hands to her mouth in shock, had her ears deceived her, did she hear correctly?

''How is this so?'' she whispered.

''Yes it's the true, our son remembers,'' Wilfred said hugging his wife.

''But...But... How?'', Mary asked in a very confused voice.

"It was the fall. I was devastated and didn't know what to do, so I put him in my car and called Victor. He contacted a family friend Dr Michael Steward at a hospital here in Newport. I took him there; all I could think about was helping my boy. He was unconscious for a couple of days," he explained still holding his wife for comfort. "Mary, I stayed by his bedside every day, talking to him, and placed pictures of us on his bedside table. That call was from the hospital. Today Dr Steward called to tell me that, Wilfred has awakened and asking for us. Apparently the fall and seeing me trigger his memory."

Mary was still furious with Wilfred, but right now the joy of having her son alive and knowing her bypassed the anger towards her husband .Now all she wanted was to see her son.

"Mary, you should know there are some gaps in his memory," Wilfred warned her. " Dr Steward wants to talk to us before we bring Wilfred home."

"'I thought you said he remembers?'' Mary asked confused.

''He do, but some memory of his childhood are vague as well as his life in Cardiff '', Wilfred explained. "Dr Steward feels these memories could be painful and he shouldn't be pushed. They have to come on their own, just give him love and support and be patience with things he doesn't remember in time everything will come back."

''Mary, could you ever forgive me? I only wanted what was best for our son I never meant to hurt him in anyway'', Wilfred asked now looked adoringly at his wife.

"I know, now let go collect our son and bring him home." Mary smiled.

As Wilfred drove him and Mary to the hospital, he was unable to see the look that was reflected on his wife face. These last few weeks had open her eyes to a new side of her husband that he had keep hidden from her and she didn't like what she's witness and heard .To say she had lost all trust in her husband was an understatement, and now to learn, Victor the man she lowed, was involved with her son only heighten her alert and suspicion of her husband.

As she watched the various scenery they passed Mary sighed thinking. I will protect you my son. I will be your extra eyes and ears.

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Later after their meeting, Jack, Gwen and Owen had return to the centre where Ianto had disappeared. Jack had requested all staffs and security personnel that were on duty that night be present.

After countless interviews while showing Ianto's picture, the team knew no more than they did before, but as they were about to leave Jack noticed a frown on one of the staff member face, as if she was hesitant to speak up.

Approaching her Jack flashed his charming, flirty smile asking for her name. Learning her name was Amy, he reassured her no matter how insignificant it may seem that he still would like to hear whatever she has to tell him.

Amy nodded before speaking.

"The guy in this picture was with two other guys. They said he had become sick, and took him home''.

Hearing this Gwen and Owen, approached Amy warily.

"Are you sure?" Gwen asked.

''Yes I'm sure, '' Amy replied. "I remember, because they were very careful not to hurt him, as if they really care what happen to him. One called him curious Will."

"Are you sure they call him Curious Will?" Owen inquired

"Yes, I remember laughing; it reminded me of a book my gran use to read to me call Curious George," Amy explained.

Jack frowned and shook his head; there was something familiar about that statement but what?

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