The Dawson automobile pulled into a quiet, low-class neighborhood. It was something familiar to Jack, but Rose found herself kind of fascinated to see how normal people lived. She had been out of High society for two years now, but she still felt like a newcomer. The house that Steve ended up parking in front of was a one-story square structure with a small garden with daisies, a small porch, and a middle-aged woman with brunette hair and hazel eyes, who looked to be Enid's age sitting on a porch swing, watching them with weary eyes.

"I hope that we're not disturbing her," Rose wondered, hoping that this was a good idea.

"Not to worry. Ms. Daisy is a nice lady. She won't be rude," Steve reassured, also noticing how the woman failed to get up and wave like she normally would. Maybe it was the car he was driving. Cars like the Model T Ford Renaults weren't usually seen around neighborhoods like this one.

Everyone got out of the car and slowly approached the porch. Rose noticed how the woman's eyes widened in alarm when she saw Jack and how the woman got up on seemingly shaking legs.

"What? How can it be? You look so young?" Ms. Daisy stared at Jack in disbelief.

Jack frowned and looked at Rose then back at the staring woman. "Pardon me?"

Steve stepped forward to make the introductions, noticing how his neighbor seemed to recognize Jack, which was impossible. This was supposedly their first meeting. "Ms. Daisy, hello. I brought my fiancee and her newly found cousin here to see you. This is Jack Dawson, son of Eric Dawson. He had some questions about his father and why he left the Dawson family the way he did. I thought that maybe you might know something about that."

Ms. Daisy blinked back her shock and then blushed in embarrassment and what looked to be relief. "Oh! Oh, you're not...you're his son...that explains why you look just like him…"

"So I take it you knew my father...were you two close?" Jack questioned, then winced, realizing that he was being rude. His mother would have his head if she had known. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. This is just been a very confusing month for me you can say. My name is Jack Dawson and this is my wife Rose. We're from Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. Recently, I found out that my father, Eric Dawson, was a member of the Dawson family here in Boston and I'm trying to find out more about his past and why he had run away from his family and never even mentioned any of them while I was growing up."

"Oh...hello. It's interesting to meet you," Daisy nodded, motioning for her visitors to take a seat on the comfortable-looking chairs that were also situated on the porch. "I am sorry for my reaction. I did know your father quite well. But forgive me for asking, but why aren't you asking him these questions? Why come to me?"

"Sadly, my parents died in a barn fire back when I was fifteen. They've been gone for nearly seven years now," Jack explained and felt bad when she saw the shock and clear grief in the woman's eyes.

"Oh my god...Eric! I...I don't know what to say...I'm sorry for your loss," Daisy stammered, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Thank you...judging from your reaction...I'd say that the two of you were close?" Jack questioned, feeling guilty for bringing such bad news to this lady who seemed to have seen some hard times herself.

Daisy sighed, seeming hesitant to say anything. "I knew your father. I knew him really well...but that's a story that I probably should leave alone and that you most definitely don't want to hear…"

"Ms. Westbrook, I am here because Steve said that you may know what happened to send my father running away from his family and his family's wealth. You may know what had made him so angry that he pretty much banished them from his life, not even mentioning them to his wife and son. If that's the case, I'd like to know. Ms. Westbrook, I have a wife and child now. My whole focus is to take care of and protect them. Now, I'd like to get to know my father's family...but if there's any chance that doing so may endanger Rose and our daughter, I need to know. And the only way to know that is to know my father's reasons for leaving the way he did. If you happen to know anything about what had happened, I would really appreciate it if you shared…."

Daisy Westbrook sighed. It's been...a while since she had thought back to that heady time when they had been so young...young, in love, and from totally different worlds. Of a time when the life of herself and the child she had carried had been threatened and she had nearly lost everything. She had worked hard not to think of it anymore, so she didn't want to bring it up again. But looking at this young man who looked so much like her Eric, who was his son, who was innocent and didn't know what he may be getting himself and his family into...she'd be betraying Eric if she didn't tell their story. She nodded

"It's a long story...maybe I should prepare you some tea or something?" Daisy offered, slightly hoping to put off the telling of her story a little bit longer.

"That's perfectly alright, I think we're all good," Jack gripped Rose's hand in his, readying himself for the story.

"Okay. I have to say that this happened when both your father and I were really young. We were both teens. I was in training to be one of the Dawson's maids and he was a young man with his twin sister around and about. When we met...we became friends. He was so friendly and charming. Absolutely handsome. We became fast friends. We'd spend time together and talk about our lives. He'd rant about his family's expectations of him when all he wanted to do was draw and explore the world and I'd lament about my station and how badly I was treated because of it. He was so understanding and comforting. A great listener and so willing to help this strange girl that he knew nothing about, really."

"That sounds familiar," Rose smiled, remembering how she and Jack had met.

"The rest of the family weren't mean to me. They seemed to like and respect me...well, all except for one person…"

"Enid," both Rose and Charlotte nearly hissed, looked at each other amused, and chuckled.

"I am not surprised that you both have guessed who the person was. Enid was horrible to me. She kept ranting about how beneath her and her brother I was. She would bully me relentlessly. She'd call me names, push and trip me...do all she could to embarrass me in front of Eric and the rest of his family. They'd tell her to stop...but she never listened."

"I'm so sorry for that," Charlotte frowned, feeling the need to apologize for her family.

"Well, as time went by, Eric and I grew closer and closer. I'd ignore Enid because the only person I cared about was Eric and he liked me just fine. As you can probably guess...our fondness grew into love, much to Enid's fury. She hated that Eric cared for me and when our feelings deepened...she became enraged...but it all came to a head when Eric and I consummated our love...and I became with child. Eric wanted to marry me and his parents were going to allow it. We were so happy, so in love...that was what had pushed Enid overboard. She...she pushed me down the stairs and threatened me. Said if I didn't take my bastard child and leave her brother alone, she'd make sure that my baby wasn't the only one she'd kill. Eric was enraged because he witnessed it. He told his parents and...well...they refused to punish her...stating that she didn't mean it. That she'd apologize. Eric...believing that our child was dead and wanting to protect me from his sister broke it off...I was devastated, but I understood…"

"Oh, Daisy, that's horrible. I knew Aunt Enid was psycho...I just didn't know how much," Charlotte gasped.

"Enid made it known to both Eric and me that she wasn't sorry and that she was willing to go even further because she knew that she could get away with it. She was the Dawson's only girl, so that granted her protection from any punishment. Both Eric and I knew that. We both knew that we didn't have a chance against her. Maybe if Eric was the firstborn...but he wasn't...so yes. We broke it off...but that wasn't Eric's only move. He was so hurt, so enraged with his family that he ran away. He simply got up and left without a word and hadn't made contact since. He didn't even tell me goodbye. He just disappeared without a trace…"

Rose felt tears in her eyes, her heart breaking for both Daisy and Jack's father. Daisy had obviously been so affected, that she had never moved on, and even though Jack's father had...he had been so hurt by his family's failure to protect the woman he loved and their child, that he had completely cut them out of his life and the life of his future son...not that she could blame him.

"Seeing that he had a son, I am glad that he managed to do what I couldn't. That he had loved again and that he had put a barrier up this time to protect that love and their child...it was something that he couldn't do for us...and I am so sad that he had died. I am so sorry...I wish...I wish that I could have seen him again and told him that all wasn't lost….that…"

"Mother? What's going on? Who are these people?" A tall young man with blond hair and blue eyes approached the porch. There was something familiar about him that reminded Rose of Jack. She gasped and looked at Daisy in wonder.

"Your child lived, didn't he?" Rose questioned, noticing how pale Jack had gone.

Daisy tearfully nodded. "Alexander, my love. Come here. I have someone to introduce you to," Daisy beckoned. She wiped away her tears and smiled as the young man who appeared to be a bit older than Jack approached.

"Who are these people, mother?" Alexander asked, looking at Rose with the same blue eyes as her husband.

"Alex, this is your younger brother, Jack, and his wife Rose. This young lady here is…"

"Charlotte Dawson. We're cousins."

"Wait...Dawson? As in the rich Dawsons up the way? And brother? How?" Alex questioned, looking confused.

Jack was reeling from this new discovery. Not only did his father come from a wealthy family, but now he was discovering that he actually had a brother! A blood brother, a part of his father that he hadn't known existed! It was all so much...maybe even too much…

"Jack?" Rose frowned, noticing how quiet her husband had gone.

Jack blinked and looked at her, real tears were in his eyes. "I...I think I need some air…"

Rose nodded, sensing that for once, Jack needed her to take the lead. "Pardon us, I think Jack may need sometime to process all of this. He's been through a lot this month with discovering the Boston Dawsons and now he has a brother…"

"I understand," Daisy nodded, feeling horrible for how this discovery was going to shake both boy's worlds.

"Mother...I don't understand…," Alex frowned as Rose and Jack got to their feet.

"Alex, sit down. I'll explain everything," Daisy directed as Jack and Rose left the porch, leaving the woman to tell her son the story of who he was and how he came to suddenly have a brother.