At the sound of the front door closing, Lucy woke up with a start, to see her mother standing there with her back to the door, lost in thought.
Her mother was home at last.
Where had she spent three quarters of the night.
Maybe with Goren.
But her mother would have warned her.
But here, she hadn't even called him.
And that immense sadness she could read on his face.
Could it be that something serious had happened.
Worrying about her mother, Lucy got up from the sofa and headed for her mother, who was still standing in front of the door.
- Mom...
At her daughter's voice, Eames snapped out of her sad thoughts, to see her walking towards her.
And when she reached her daughter, Lucy put her little hand on her arm and pulled her along, guiding her to the sofa, where she made her sit down, and Lucy settled down at her side, taking her hands in hers, intertwining her little fingers with hers, squeezing them affectionately.
- What's going on... Where have you been...
What was happening...
And where she was.
At the memory, of Goren in his hospital bed, in the intensive care unit she had just left, Eames felt all her distress resurface, and had to make a monster effort not to let her grief out, and burst into tears.

- Mom... You know you can tell me anything.
Yes.
Eames knew.
But Eames couldn't get it out of her head that the man she loved was in a hospital bed.
Between life and death.
And worst of all, Lucy looked so much like her father at that moment.
His concern for her.
His big brown eyes, staring at her intently, worriedly.
My God...
Lucy couldn't deny her father.
And it hurt like hell.
But Eames had to tell Lucy the truth, and not, above all, wait any longer.
Not in the state Goren was in.
- Lucy... Eames plunged his big hazel eyes into his daughter's brown gaze, and squeezed her hands. I must confess something...
There was so much gravity in her mother's gaze, so much sadness, that Lucy felt her heart clench, and she didn't like it.
Her mother had never looked so serious, so sad.
What could have put her in such a state.

It didn't bode well.
- But first... Eames removed his fingers from those of his daughter, to bring them to her thighs, and squeezed them nervously. Goren has...
Eames couldn't finish her sentence as tears welled up in her eyes, obscuring her vision and cascading down her cheeks.
From her mother's distress, Lucy understood that something serious had happened to Goren.
- What's happened to Goren.
Eames raised her tear-stained face to her daughter.
As perceptive as ever.
Just like her father.
But how to tell her...
To tell her that Goren had been seriously wounded.
To tell her, after the truth she'd been guarding for thirteen years.
That he was her father.
Eames was lost.
But she had to be honest with Lucy.
Lucy had a right to the truth, and above all, to know, who her father was.
- Bobby was badly hurt...
At his words, Lucy's face went white, contracted in pain, tears welled up in her eyes, veiling her vision, and her heart ached excruciatingly, as if it had just been ripped out of her and crushed.
Bobby had been seriously injured…

No.
It couldn't have been.
She must have heard wrong.
Her mother must be mistaken.
Goren couldn't be hurt, and not badly.
Lucy in Goren had finally found a father.
A surrogate father, as she had told him.
A man she would have loved to have as a father.
But above all, Goren loved her mother.
And she knew he could make her happy.
And maybe in time, the three of them could have been a family.
But no.
Her mother must have been mistaken.
And yet...
Her mother's big hazel eyes shone with such sadness, and gravity, that it could only be true.
- But there was something else...
Something else...
Wasn't it bad enough what her mother had just told her.
What could be worse.
- I hope you'll forgive me.
How that.
Her mother hoped she would forgive her.
Lucy had to forgive her mother...
And that she was the reason.
What could she have done, that she needed her forgiveness.

- Goren is...
At her mother's hesitation, and the forgiveness she asked, it was like an illumination in Lucy's head.
- Goren is my father... That's right.
At her daughter's words, Eames nodded and burst into tears.
- I never wanted any of this.
Still in shock at this discovery, Lucy didn't react.
But tears spilled down her cheeks.
Goren was her father...
And he was badly hurt.
Just as she understood the bond between them, she was to be separated from him.
No.
It couldn't be.
And her crying mother wasn't helping matters.
Lucy knew her mother would never have done it to hurt her, to hide that Goren was her father.
She'd even let her spend time with him.
And that's what should have tipped her off.
But not only that.
The fact that Goren had introduced her to his mother and brother.
But above all, that unique brown eye color she had in common with Goren's mother, and Goren himself.
All these little details should have made him understand.
But now there was no time to think about that.
Her father needed her, and she wanted to be close to him.
- I want to be near him.

At her words, Eames nodded.
Of course she was going to take Lucy to see her father.
And she'd stay as long as she liked.
But first, Eames had to go and see her father, and have that talk about what had happened fourteen years ago.

- I want to know the truth...
Eames screamed, her face flushed and her eyes red and swollen from too much crying.
Lucy clung desperately to her, refusing to move away and crying her eyes out.
- Did Bobby really abandon me... Or did you make him.
My God...
What had to happen was happening.
If Goren hadn't reappeared in her daughter's life, she never would have doubted him, never would have sought the truth.
- I want to know the truth... And Lucy has a right to know too.
Jonathan Eames was wrong, very wrong.
If he told the truth, he'd lose not only his daughter, but his granddaughter too.
- John... You owe them the truth.
At the voice of his wife, who had just entered the room, all eyes turned to her.
He owed them the truth.
And how...
After all these years.
- Can't you see they're unhappy... Margareth Eames stepped towards her husband, and placed her hand gently on his arm. Please, Margareth...
Very well.
For his wife.
And only her.
He was finally going to tell his daughter the truth.
- I may have misrepresented the truth about Goren.
Perhaps her father had misrepresented the truth about Goren...
Then it was true.
Her father had misrepresented the truth.

So Goren hadn't lied to her, telling her he hadn't abandoned her, and to question her father.
And she, like a fool, hadn't believed him, and worse, had doubted him.
The tears she'd been trying to hold back resurfaced, spilling down her cheeks.
- The truth...
Jonathan Eames took a deep breath and began.
- I had threatened to have him registered as a sex offender...and expelled from the police academy.
At her father's confession, Eames felt a violent punch in the gut, which prevented her from breathing, and she almost staggered under the impact of his words.
My God...
How could her father have done such a thing.
It was monstrous.
Especially as she remembered that, at the time, Goren was taking care of her mother, and by threatening Bobby to do what he said, he'd left her no choice but to leave.
And she had been obnoxious to Goren, blaming him for abandoning her when he never had.
Eames felt a violent anger towards his father.
- How could you do this... Eames' face was red with anger, his features contracted by rage. I don't want anything more to do with you. She turned her gaze from her father to her daughter, who couldn't stop crying, and looked at her surprised and still in shock at her grandfather's words. Come on, Lucy... let's go and see your father.

Lucy clutched at her waist, nodded, and let her mother guide her towards the door.
But Eames felt tiny fingers on her wrist, stopping her.
She turned to the person, who was none other than her mother.
- Don't be angry with her.
Forgive her.
Don't be angry with her.
And how...
Because of her father, she'd already lost the man she loved once.
And today, because of him, she risked losing him again.
No, it wasn't forgivable.
- Your father just wanted to protect you.
To protect her...
By doing so, he'd ruined her life.
Preventing her from being happy, and being a family, with her daughter, and Bobby.
So no, she wouldn't forgive him.
- Try to understand... Margareth tightened the pressure of her little fingers on her arm, and plunged her hazel eyes into those of her daughter. If it had been Lucy...
But it wasn't Lucy.
Whatever her mother told her, she wouldn't listen.
No.
It was too late for that.

Goren lay in a hospital bed, between life and death.
And she'd blown her chance of happiness with him, believing her father's words.
And now she risked losing him forever.
So no, she wouldn't forgive her father.
- Let go of me, Mom...
At her daughter's coldly spoken words, Margareth Eames withdrew her hand to see her daughter, who without a glance at her father or herself left the house, her weeping daughter in her arms.
- I told you so...
At the screams of the woman who had just turned towards him, Jonathan Eames gasped.
- Because of you... She screamed, her face red with fury, tears welling up in her eyes and blurring her vision. I've lost my daughter... And my little girl. She headed for the door, stopping one last time to turn to her husband, who wasn't showing off. Well done, Jonathan Eames.
On his last words, said with coldness and contempt, Margarteh turned away from him, and left the room, slamming the door behind her, under a Jonathan who stood there motionless, still in shock.
No.
It couldn't be.
And yet...
It was true.
He had just lost his daughter, and in the process his granddaughter.