Good Intentions

LILY’S POV

I watch as Will makes his way to the table and he does look better and seems to be feeling better, though it doesn’t appear he slept well at all. His eyes are somewhat swollen and he is acting rather tired.
“Not sleep well Will?”
“No, I didn’t. Kept having odd dreams”
“Want to to talk about them? Maybe that will help sort them out.”
“No, I’m fine.”

I wish he would tell me so I know what I going on. I have a feeling he knows much more than what he is letting on. I’ve looked for his journal to maybe see if he is writing down what he remembers, if it would even help me. I only know what Jim has told me and that is little in itself.

It saddens me to think he cant trust me with information about a boy he wants to be our son.

I put breakfast on the table and everyone sits down and eats. Jim flips through some of yesterdays paper and comments on the crop predictions for next year.

I watch as Meghan and Will eat and notice some eye contact that I haven’t noticed before.

The men are going to the back of the property today so I prepare the some lunch so they wont have to drive ore than is needed.
I see them out of the door and and clear the table and start working on cleaning up the kitchen and doing the dishes.

I watch as Meghan goes to each room and removes dirty clothes and takes them to the laundry room and starts a load of laundry. She picks up around the living room, dusts and vacuums it. When she is finished she goes to her room and starts on her school work.

I go to Will’s room and decide to strip his sheets. As I walk by his desk I happen to notice the corner of a piece of paper sticking out of the drawer. I open the drawer and see a blank sheet of paper but notice he has been writing.
I take the paper to my room and grab a pencil and lightly go over it, revealing the nature of what was written.

A letter to his mom.

I read it as well as I can and have trouble in some spots making out the word but I’m able to somewhat figure out what it is saying.

What I see breaks my heart and brings me to tears.
I can only imagine what his mother is going through.

Reading this its obvious so much more has come to his memory.

At what point did I agree to this? Then I remember that I was never really given a choice.
I sit on my bed and remember the same of Meghan.
I really don’t know the circumstances behind her either. What if she was just taken? There is a mother in Kentucky that has been mourning her child for thirteen years. I’m sure by now she has presumed she is dead.
No. A mother would know. She knows her baby is still alive.

I realize the tears are flowing down my cheeks as I look once again over his letter.

I saw how Jim reacted when Meghan questioned him and that scares me. I never envisioned the day where I would be scared of him, and suddenly I am.

Who did I marry? What kind of man who seemingly loves me steals children and gives them to me to love while taking from a family who does love them and has done nothing wrong or harmful to them.

Questions flood my mind about Will. For starters, his real name.

I look to the bottom of the letter and gently rub the pencil across it to reveal his name, Harry.
I smile to myself and think, yes, he looks and acts like a Harry.

The glances at the table this morning, does Meghan know, and how to approach this without her lying to me and with holding information.

After reading his letter, I have to get in touch with his mother or get him back to her.

It always comes back to Jim.

“Meg, come here for a second” I listen as she slides her chair back and makes her way to my room. “Shut the door.”

I hold up the letter. “Meg, you have to tell me what you know and what he knows. We have to let his mother know he is doing fine or get him out of here someway, back to where he belongs."

She starts crying and takes the letter from me. “”I would have never known if I had never gone to Zoe’s”

She gets up and motions for me to go with her to her room. I enter and she locks the door behind me and takes a seat on the floor. I watch as she crawls to the back of her closet and reveals a handful of magazines and sets them in front of me.
My mouth agape as I look at the cover of each one. I look up at her in astonishment.

“I guess that’s the same look I had on my face when Zoe saw me looking at the posters on her wall.”

I open the top one and look at the article and the pictures

“He hasn’t seen them all, he’s only seen this one.” She hands it to me and I flip through it.
“So this is Zayn and Louis” I say smiling.
“And I’ve heard Niall in his sleep” she says this pointing to him. “And this is Liam. I’m sure we’d hear of him sooner or later.”
I sit in amazement as I look through the pages before me. How proud his mother must be of him.
“Mom, what are going to do?”

I look at her “I have no idea, but we have to do something”

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