CALLISON PUBLICATIONS - CHARLES'S
Trevor Callison spoke up
as he rapped lightly on the door which was slightly open. "Are...you
"Trevor!" Charles Callison
exclaimed and quickly rose from his seat so that he could walk over and greet
his son. "This is a pleasant surprise. There's not anything
wrong down at the paper, is there? I know you've been working a lot of
extra hours trying to help Reginald out what with everything he's got going on
"Um...no," Trevor shook his
head. "Everything's fine with The Post. This isn't about
that. In fact, this isn't professional at all."
"Really?" Charles eyed his
son carefully as he contemplated what could have motivated his sudden
Over the past few months, Trevor and
Charles had barely been on speaking terms considering the elder Callison's
relationship with Annabelle
Lake. In fact, Trevor had been so repulsed by
his father's actions that he took the drastic step to move out of the family
home and into his own apartment. The only times that Trevor had even
bothered to communicate with his father concerned the family business. It
was a break that pained Charles greatly.
"I...um..." Trevor stammered as
he stepped further into the office.
"Son, I just want to tell you how
sorry I am for everything that's happened to this family for most of the past
year. It's all my fault." Charles lowered his head, more than a
little embarrassed by his foolhardy actions. "I just can't believe
that I was such a daft idiot where that woman was concerned. Oh, if I only
had it to do all over again, things would all have been so different."
"A-actually, um, that's the reason why
I'm here." Trevor paused for a moment and nervously looked at his
father. There was so much that he wanted to say, so many feelings that he
needed to express, if he could only find the right words.
was...I'm...sorry." Trevor awkwardly glanced down at the floor,
slightly embarrassed about the situation. "I shouldn't
have...well...come down so hard on you. I mean..."
"Trevor, there is no need for you to apologize
for anything!" Charles said sternly as he quickly approached his
son. "I'm the one who should be apologizing here, not you. I'm
the one who was an old fool who was easily duped by Annabelle's lies and
schemes. You were only standing up in the defense of your mother.
You saw right through everything and I'm...I'm proud of you for that. You
were loyal to your mother and to this family while I did nothing but try to tear
"Dad, it's...not all your fault.
Annabelle was very clever---more clever than any of us gave her credit
for." Trevor eyed his father cautiously, the uncomfortable wall that
had grown up between them still not fully torn down.
"Well, I'm still an old fool,"
Charles sighed. "I just hope I can make up to your mother and this
family for all of the pain that I've caused. I don't care if it takes the
rest of my life to..."
"D-Dad..." Trevor muttered as,
layer by layer, the wall started to crumble. In one brief instant, the two
men, father and son, fell into each other's arms and embraced. No matter
what horrible things had happened---no matter what wicked tricks and schemes
that Annabelle Lake had pulled, the were still family. And, during this
difficult time, this family had to come to gather and stand as one unit.
Quickly feeling slightly embarrassed and
awkward by their emotional displays, Charles and Trevor pulled apart.
"W-would you consider moving back into
the house?" Charles asked tentatively. "You're old room is still
there---just like you left it."
"Um...actually, no, Dad," Trevor
replied. "I've gotten rather used to the apartment. I think
I'll stay there." He paused for a moment and looked at his father
earnestly. "But...that doesn't mean that I can't visit all the
"I...I'd like that," Charles
"Um...well...I have to go,"
Trevor muttered as he glanced down at his watch. "The funeral for Grace's
mother is this afternoon and I really need to be there for her."
"Yes. It's really hit her
hard. She's...not accepting it all too well. It even seems like
she's pulling away from me a little bit."
"Trevor, I'm going to try and clear my
calendar for this afternoon," Charles spoke up urgently and walked around
to the back of his desk, "I really need to be there to show my support and
sympathy to Douglas and Grace. But...if I can't make it, please send my condolences."
"I sure will, Dad," Trevor smiled
as a sense of relief and release washed over him.
Maybe the dark cloud named Annabelle Lake
was finally beginning to lift from their family. Trevor couldn't help but
feel glad that the woman was dead. If only Reginald weren't the one
accused of the crime....