SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY

Thornton PrestonSpringhill Manor, 54 Spring Lake Dr., Albanyville, IL"Sincerely, Thornton Preston," he said as he finished delivering his dictation to Sara.

"Would you like me to read that back to you, sir?" Sara asked as she looked up from the letter.

"No, Sara, it's fine the way it is.  Just send that out with the other letters."  He leaned back in his chair and stretched as he watched her carefully.  "So, you said you just got married?"

"Yes, Mr. Preston.  My husband and I got married last month."  She blushed slightly at the discussion of her personal life.  "We're very happy."

"How does he feel about you holding down a job?  I'm sure he's like most husbands and would prefer that you were at home."  Thornton rolled a pencil between his fingers as he spoke.  Maybe she'd reveal something that would clue him in as to her real reason for working for him.

"Honestly?"  Sara quickly grew uncomfortable.  "He doesn't know."

"What?  Your husband doesn't know you're working?"

Sara Manchester"Um, no.  H-he wouldn't approve."  She lowered her head, embarrassed by her confession.  "You see, we've had some financial problems and..."

"Sara, you don't have to explain yourself to me.  Whatever troubles you and your husband are having are your business."  Thornton rubbed his chin and began to think.  Maybe Charles was helping the Manchesters out of their financial dilemma by paying Sara to spy on him.  It was a distinct possibility.

Helga Grimm"Mr. Preston!" Helga spoke up as she stood in the doorway of the library.  "This was just delivered by messenger for you."  She walked briskly across the room and handed the large envelope to Thornton.  "It's from Simmons."

"Ahh, exactly what I've been waiting for."  He smiled slyly as he held the envelope firmly in his hands and looked at Sara.  "Would you excuse us?  We have some business to discuss.  You can finish your revisions on those documents in my office upstairs."

"Yes, sir."  She looked at Thornton and then turned to look at Helga.  They were clearly up to something, but she wasn't sure what.  Taking a deep breath, Sara rose from her chair and walked out of the room.

"Helga, close the doors," he ordered.  As he watched his loyal housekeeper quickly move across the room to follow his instructions, he opened the envelope and pulled out a thick folder.  In just a few moments, he'd know everything there was to know about Mrs. Sara Manchester.


MANOR HILLS SANITARIUM - ANDERSONVILLE, IL

Manor Hills SanitariumDr. Maynard"Mrs. Davis?" Dr. Maynard said as he pushed the door open and knocked.  "You have a visitor.  You're daughter is here to see you."

Grace stood in the hallway and turned from the open door to look at Trevor with fear in her eyes.

"Go on.  You can do it."  Trevor nodded slightly and then smiled.  It was the shove that she needed.

Grace stepped cautiously into the hospital room and had to hold back a gasp as she saw her mother for the first time in years.  She was not at all what she'd expected.

"I think we need to leave them alone," Dr. Maynard muttered to Trevor as he stepped back out of the room and quietly shut the door.

Louise DavisLouise Davis was sitting in a rocking chair by the large bay window and facing the setting sun; however, she was looking at nothing in particular.  Her dark hair, once so shiny and vibrant, was now dull and lifeless and streaked with clumps of gray.  She rocked back and forth almost rhythmically and gave no indication that she even knew Grace was there.

"M-momma?" Grace muttered cautiously as she eased further into the room.  "Momma, it's me.  It's Grace."

No answer came.

"I-I know it's been a long time.  I know I should have come to see you sooner, but I couldn't."  Her voice shook slightly even though she tried to hide her fears.  She moved even closer to her mother and stood next to her as the sun streamed in its warming rays.  "M-momma?"

Louise slowly turned to face Grace, but her eyes were vacant and soulless.  She seemed to be searching Grace's face for some clue...some hint of a memory.  However, she found none.  Silently she turned to again stare out the window.

"Momma, it's me!  It's Grace!"  She knelt down beside the rocking chair and grabbed on to her hand and pulled it close to her chest.  "I'm your daughter!"

Still no response.

Grace Davis"I-I'm sorry!  I'm sorry I didn't come sooner!"  Grace tried to hold back her tears, but they began to flow uncontrollably and quickly streaked her face.  "I-I was so scared.  I...I...I'm sorry."

Louise turned to look at her again.  She seemed to be touched by Grace's display of emotions, but said nothing.  Her hand remained pressed against Grace's heart as she continued to rock.

"Oh, Momma, please say something!  Please tell me you know who I am!"

Not a word.

"Oh, Momma," Grace sobbed as she lowered her head to rest on the arm of the rocker.  "I-I'm sorry.  I'm sorry for not coming to see you.  I'm sorry for trying to forget about you.  Oh, Momma, I still love you."

Silently, Louise pulled her hand away and gently began to stroke Grace's hair.


THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

Douglas Davis23 Green St., Albanyville, IL"Lorraine, you can't keep me in suspense!"  Douglas eyed her closely.  "Are you going to marry me?  Are you going to let me be a father to my own child?"

She bit her lip and turned away from him.  All she could think about was poor Patterson.  He loved her so much and all she'd ever done was hurt him.  She'd left him last fall because he didn't supply her with the heart swelling emotions that she'd always longed for.  Then, when she started having problems in her relationship with Trevor, she turned to him again.  They'd hoped for a second change, a fresh start, but she'd betrayed him.  Lorraine cared for him deeply, but all she'd managed to do was hurt him.  Now this.

"Lorraine, will you marry me?"

She turned again to face him and took a deep breath.  "Y-yes," she stammered.  "Yes, Douglas, I'll marry you."

"Oh, you don't know how happy you've made me!"  He flung his arms around her and hugged her tightly.  "Lorraine, darling, this is for the best.  We can provide a home for our child...together!  You won't be sorry."

Lorraine Blake"It has to happened soon."  She looked down as her hand found its typical resting place on her stomach.  Though she was sure no one could notice the slight bulge, she could tell.  She knew it wouldn't be long before everyone else knew what she'd been trying to hide.  "We have to get married before everyone knows why.  They'll realize why soon enough."

"Oh, of course."  He continued to smile at her as a million thoughts raced through his head.  "You just let me take care of all the arrangements.  We can get a justice of the peace and get married here.  It doesn't have to be some overblown affair.  Just you and me and a couple of our friends."

"Yes, that sounds nice."  Lorraine's words began to echo in her own ears.  She was getting married and she was having a baby.  She let out a heavy sigh as she realized that she had to tell Patterson soon.  She couldn't enter into a marriage with Douglas without Patterson knowing about it first.  It was the least that she owed him.  The knowledge of that inevitability sent a shiver down her spine.  Hurting Patterson was the last thing she'd ever wanted and now it was the only thing she could do.  She dreaded telling him of her marriage plans, but what choice did she have?  It was the only thing she could do.



 


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