Two Sons, A Mother's Divided Heart

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ng across the street from our apartment building. It was always there, a silent, ominous sentinel. Our neighbors, good people who usua

nstant reminder of his power? I started walking Cale to and from school, my hand gripping his a little too tightly,

e visits

dn't match the coldness in his eyes, appeared at our door. He i

firm. "Young Master Ignatius is unwell. H

A trick. It had to be a trick. "I'm sure his... his mother, Christa

best," Arthur said smoothly. "B

d ambition. She had looked at me as if I were something she'd scraped off the bottom of her shoe. She was the one who had "found" the faked lette

lve hardening. "I can

that. Each time, his story was the same. Ignatius was sick. Ignatius was asking

a restless sleep. It was after midnight. I opened it to find Art

using to take his medicine. The doctors say his fever is dangerousl

o a whisper. "He is your son, Josephine. Yo

heart. "The Garners have the best doctors in the countr

re appeared in the hallway behind me. Cale, rubbing the sl

The desperation was replaced by a cold, sharp edge. The mask of th

It would be a shame if something were to happen to him.

lood ran cold. They were threatening Cale. They were using my

one. They had t

d, the words tas

me. She took one look at the two large, silent men in black suits flanking Arthur by the curb and her

ll be back before you know it, swe

all hands clutched the fabric of my

kissing his forehead. "I'l

rtment window. Cale was standing there, a small, lonely silhouette aga