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“You told a teen-aged kid to spend time in a concrete cage to find God’s plan for his life?” the cop said, disbelief on his face as if he wasn’t sure he'd heard correctly.

Trinity blinked and looked around. By this time Abe and Donald had joined them. “I am a trained counselor and gave him my word that I would keep his secrets safe. He was disturbed, angry, out of control. I allowed him the use of this facility to find peace within.”

“Where is your son? Do I need to call an ambulance? There's one in the next county, might be a while before it can get here. We’re short-staffed right now but I can put the call in,” the officer said to Belinda.

“He's with his dad, should be out soon. As far as I can tell he’s just hungry, maybe dehydrated. We’ll have him checked out. In the meantime I would like to press charges so that this never happens to a 'minor' again.” She stressed the word minor so that Veronique understood that was the angle she wanted to pursue.

“Yes, ma’am.” He turned to Trinity and recited the Miranda.

“Wait, what did I do? He asked to come here, I used to babysit him. He’s like my own son. I was just helping out,” she said, backing up.

“Adam, tell them. You came to me for help and I helped you. Tell them I did nothing wrong,” she screamed as the officer placed the cuffs on her wrists.

“I told them that, Ms. Jacobs. Mom knows everything,” Adam said, shoulders hunched with his hands stuffed in his pockets while standing close to Blaine.

“He is a minor and you took him without permission. Kept him locked up without parental permission, and when his parents came to pick him up, you denied them access to their son.” The police officer looked at Veronique. “Is that all?”

“No, I have a few more, but I’ll put them in the formal complaint. How far is the courthouse?” she asked while waving Frank over.

“About ten minutes. I’ll put a call in so the judge is on standby. She should be this time of day. You can call your attorney from my office,” he said to Trinity.

“This… this is outrageous. Stop being so vindictive, Belinda,” she hissed, struggling. “I get your point. Leave you and your kids alone. I got it. I promise to never send you another card or speak to you again, ever. You can bet on that,” she shouted.

“Mom… please?” Adam said softly as Trinity was placed in the back of the car.

“Officer?” she called out as he rounded the car. “Veronique can I speak to both of you for a moment?”

All three of them stepped to the side.

“My son feels this is his fault since he contacted Trinity. But as his mother…I want her prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. I’m not sure what you need me to do, but…” she glanced at Adam and then at Trinity. “I need you to take what he says into account.”

The police officer nodded. “Okay, but the state has a case against her for the illegal detaining of a minor. A team will come and check the premises. Chances are if she detained him, she detained others.” He shrugged and leaned closer. “I'm a parent, so is the judge. The fact that you asked for your son and she lied to keep him doesn't sit too well on my shoulders. It won't sit well with the judge either. And even if nothing comes of it, the experience of going to jail for a few hours will help her remember that promise she made you.” He winked and walked away, whistling.

Chapter 18

Two hours later, they pulled into the driveway of Lindy's father's home. Blaine stepped out and stretched while everyone else exited the car. He eyed a silent Lindy with concern. She had been curiously quiet the entire drive. Not that he blamed her. Adam had deliberately run to a woman he knew despised his mom. He saw the pain in Lindy's eyes when Adam defended Trinity and heard the pain in her voice when she yelled at her son. Adam had crossed more than one line with this stunt. Blaine wondered how they would move forward from here. On a less emotional note, he had been off from work longer than he'd anticipated and needed to return soon. But not until he and Donald came to an arrangement with Lindy.

“Adam,” Allie O'Connor yelled as she walked out the front door with her arms outstretched. Blaine winced at the look of surprise on Adam and Lindy's face as his mom grabbed her grand-son in a hug. She stepped back and then hugged him again. “I got the call that you're alright. I'm so happy to see you.” She held his hand and looked at each of them with a smile. “Good job, Abe, I heard you tracked him down.” She held out her hand to his, smiling wider as he took it. The three of them walked toward the front door before Blaine could say anything.

“Lindy, what's wrong?” Donald asked. “You didn't say much of anything the entire way here.”

“Just tired. This has been a long three days.” She went to move around him. Blaine touched her elbow, stopping her.

“Is this because Abe wants to visit us? You don't want them to go?” He didn't really think that was the problem, but he didn't want to bring up Trinity unless Lindy did.

She waved him down. “No, they can go. Right now I wish they were both there. She rubbed her forehead and looked down. “When are you leaving?”

“We haven't discussed it yet. Now that Adam's back and safe, we can think about getting back home. Listen, there is something I... we need to talk with you about,” Blaine said while glancing at Donald. He wasn't too sure this was a good time to talk about their living situation, but couldn't imagine a better time.

“What?” she asked, frowning. “Is this about your dad? About him showing up after I specifically said I didn't want to meet him?”

Stunned by her train of thought, Blaine met her deliberate gaze and shook his head. “No. We didn't have anything to do with that. You do understand that we can't stop him from going where he wants to go, we can only –”

The roar of a vehicle pulling into the driveway stopped him mid-sentence. Dread filled his gut as he turned and watched his dad step out from behind the wheel. His Uncle Nate remained in the car gazing out the window as if he wished he were anywhere but there.

His dad approached them with his hands stuck in his pockets. “I owe all of you an apology and didn't get a chance to do so earlier with everything going on.” He stopped short. Lindy looked at him and turned to leave.

“I am very sorry for lying to you, Belinda. I didn't know you were pregnant with me grand-sons but that's no excuse. I was wrong and me whole family has stopped talking to me. I need to make this right but I don't know how. I... we all missed sixteen years of birthdays, holidays, sports, and walks in the park. I never saw me grandsons smile or play in the rain, let alone throw a ball. All of that, we missed because I was a know-it-all ass. I thought I was doing the right thing, but lying is never right. It always bites you in the ass.” He kicked a small rock while looking at the ground for a moment. Then his eyes lit on Blaine, Donald, and finally Lindy, who had stopped when he started speaking.

“I am very sorry for what I did. You probably hate me for what you went through … pregnant... alone. Me boys never stopped looking for you and after meeting me grandsons, I understand why. You are a phenomenal woman and I hope one day you can forgive me for my foolish mistake.”

Blaine's eyes widened as he listened to his dad. He couldn't remember a time when his father ever looked so miserable or sounded so sad. He glanced at his twin before settling his gaze on Lindy, wondering what she thought of his father's apology.

She shook her head. “I don't know how to make it right either. Right now, I don't want to even think about it.”

His dad nodded. “Blaine? Donald? I know you want nothing to do with me for what I did. I would feel the same way if someone kept me from the two of you and the woman I loved.” He sighed. “At the time it seemed like the right thing.... but it wasn't. I was wrong. I hope in time you'll all forgive me.”

Blaine glanced at Donald. They had both agreed to cut their dad off until Lindy forgave the old man and that decision was still in effect. “We'll see,” Donald said slowly. “You crossed a line and cost both us big time. I'm not ready to deal with all of that right now either.”

His dad nodded as the front door opened and their mother stepped out, followed by Abe and Adam. Blaine swallowed back a groan. Adam had just returned home, there was so much they still needed to iron out before plans of moving forward could be made.

“Allie,” his dad said, looking at their mom with longing.

Arms crossed, she nodded at him without speaking.

“I came to apologize to Belinda and me boys. But now that I see me grandsons, I'll apologize to them as well.”

She nodded and waved Adam and Abe closer to her. Blaine glanced at Lindy to see how she was taking everything. Donald had wrapped his arm around her. Blaine moved closer to his son just in case he needed support.

“Adam, Abraham, two good strong names for two strong boys. When your mom called to tell your dads about you, I lied and told her I would tell them.”

“Why?” Abe asked. “Why did you lie? Because she's black? Because she was poor? I wanna know why you did it.”

Blaine would've laughed at the slack-jawed look of surprise on his dad's face if the situation hadn't been so serious.

“Black? Poor? What? I had no idea she was poor and I can tell you her color never entered the picture. It was because me boys lost their minds over her. They lost focus, started fighting, and arguing. These two make one. They don't function well apart and at the time that's what they were attempting to do. Each one of them wanted the same woman and both were miserable.”

“Dad said he loved Mom, how was he miserable?” Abe asked in a hostile tone.

“Oh he loved her, no question about that,” his grand-dad said nodding. “Still does. But so did his brother. She was smart and understood the two were one and couldn't be separated, not for long, but they were too young to understand that or accept it. When they fought, they were trying to separate from each other so that one of them could have your mom. Even though they knew she loved them both.” He shook his head. “It was the second time they'd tried to break the tight bond they shared so they could separate. They went to separate colleges determined to break the bond. But it didn't work. They suffered twice over.”

“So you lied when Mom called... what? To protect them from her? You didn't want her to talk to them?” Adam asked.

Blaine was surprised at his dad's perception. He and Donald had tried on numerous occasions to live far apart and failed. They had even gone to a psychologist to understand why they had problems separating. The psychologist said that as far as she knew, symbiotic twins were a myth. When she read the notes from his psychologist from his freshman year of college that clearly stated he suffered from separation anxiety when away from his brother and should be reunited with his twin, she asked if she could study them further. Neither he nor Donald were interested in being guinea pigs and settled into their lives as best they could.

“I knew me boys would walk on fire to be with her again, but it seemed they were settling down a bit, Donald readying to return to law school and Blaine for his Master's. So no, I didn't want her to talk to them, get them all riled up again. I made a mistake, I should not have –”

“Played God?” Adam said. “You played God and we lost out.”

“Not God. I made a decision as a parent. I did what I thought was best for me sons at the time. I'm not perfect and I made a mistake. It doesn't matter that I had no idea your mom was pregnant, I lied and she believed me boys knew she had called. I wasn't thinking about your mom when I made the decision, just me boys.”

“So my dad didn't even know I was alive needing him, wanting a father all those years, because you were trying to protect him from my mom?” Adam asked, moving closer to Blaine.

“No. He didn't know because he never talked to your mom until recently. I heard he and Donald went searching for her, but as far as I know, they never saw her again until this past week.”

“Mistakes have been made by everyone, it's a part of life,” Allie said into the quiet. “Where do we go from here is the question? Can you forgive him, Adam? Abe?”

“Not right now,” Abe said.

“I made mistakes,” Adam said, looking at Abe and then Blaine. “I hurt Mom, too.” He looked over at Lindy, who met his gaze as he walked toward her. “I've been doing things over the years that caused Mom a lot of grief and I don't have a reason like Mr. O'Connor does.” Adam shook his head. “Sometimes my thoughts get mixed up and I act on them, thinking they’re right when they’re wrong. But I really don't mean to hurt you, Mom. I don't. But I can see I do. Problem is, I see it afterwards. After I contact a woman who I knew didn't like you. After I meet her secretly and listen to her advice. After I spent days in a hole underground, that's when I realize how stupid I was being.”

“Adam,” Belinda said softly.

“I messed up and you have every right to be angry with me.” Adam looked at Abe and then Blaine. “I'm sorry... Dad. I caused you and mom a lot of heartache. I promise to try and not do that again. I promise to talk to you or mom when I'm confused about something.” He looked at his mom weeping silently against Donald's chest. “I have to do better because I don't ever want to see that look of hurt and disappointment on my mom's face ever again from something I've done. Never again, Mom. I promise to do better, please forgive me,” he whispered as he stepped into her outstretched arms.

“Of course I forgive you, baby. You're my son,” she whispered while holding him tight.

Blaine's throat tightened at the sight. Adam kissed Lindy's cheek. Then Blaine's heart slammed against his chest as his son walked up to him.

“I'm sorry Dad. I messed up, had you and everybody all worried because I was scared to accept you as my dad. Scared I wouldn't measure up. Scared you'd leave when you saw what a screw-up I was. You and mom didn't deserve that and I'm asking you to forgive me,” Adam said slowly.

Blaine reached forward and enveloped his son in his arms. “I'm sorry you were afraid to trust and believe in my commitment to you and our family, but we're on track now. As long as you never cause your mama any more pain, we'll always be good.”