“Raegan, let go of the guilt from his past favor. Do you recall the times when you were children…”
Suddenly, a series of beeps interrupted them. Erick turned the ignition, and the car hummed to life as they began to move forward.
Erick noticed Raegan’s spirits hadn’t lifted, so he took a different tack. “I’ve got some news about our mother,” he said.
Hope sparked in Raegan’s eyes. “Really?”
He nodded. “A while back, a part-time housekeeper claimed she saw our mom at a house. I’d been to the address but found nothing. The previous residents had moved, and their current whereabouts were unknown.”
It was a clue, albeit a small one, after years of uncertainty about Casey’s fate.
The housekeeper had offhandedly referred to Casey as a “sleeping beauty,” a detail Erick chose to keep to himself, wishing not to weigh Raegan down with more worries.
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“That’s incredible,” Raegan managed to say, her tear-stained face brightening slightly with the news. Her belief that their mother was out there, somewhere, remained unshaken.
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Erick soothed Raegan by running his fingers through her hair. “I’ll find her. Don’t fret.”
They arrived home after a half-hour journey.
Completely spent, Raegan slipped into the solace of a steaming bath and then surrendered to a deep, restorative slumber.
A fresh start awaited with the morning light, and Raegan braced herself to greet it with fresh energy.
With Jarrod now confined within the prison’s walls, Nicole stepped up to lead, taking control of the company’s helm. The energy initiative, once stagnant under Wesson’s watch, now pulsed with new life, transformed yet invigorated.
Clearing Wesson’s name would be a Herculean task unless Jarrod owned up to his actions. Even if the stain were expunged, it would be an uphill climb to restore the Lawrence Group to its former glory.
Nicole had let go of such dreams, recognizing Wesson’s true aim to drive the energy industry toward the common good. By making strides in the energy field, she would, in essence, be honoring her father’s vision.
That evening, as Nicole left the office Late, she was greeted by Roscoe’s presence.
Roscoe was a vision in his khaki coat, capturing the attention of passersby at the entrance of the building.
Nicole recalled the time at the hospital when Roscoe, amid his residency, had caught the fancy of numerous nurses. Yet, he had always kept his distance, unknowingly breaking hearts along the way.
The sunset threw a soft glow over Roscoe, bathing him in a light that softened the edges of the day.
Watching Roscoe, Nicole’s mind danced with thoughts that were almost lyrical in their nature. “He moves with a grace and finesse that echo a masterpiece, each gesture as if refined by the hands of an artist,” she mused.
Approaching with a bright smile, Nicole asked, “What brings you here?”
Roscoe responded with a warm smile, “I’ve come to take you out for dinner.”
“Dinner?” Nicole paused, not one to keep track of festive dates.
Suddenly, she realized the younger colleagues had hinted at special plans for the evening. “Is there some occasion?”