1.10 Lost and Found: Part 6 Closure

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the second to last chapter of Conrad’s generation! Holy crap! It’s been 4 years coming, but we’re finally almost at the finish line (of gen 1, talk about lame!). I have Conny’s last chapter written, I just need to take pictures for it, and then we can begin BRIAN’S GENERATION!!! And I can say that because there is obviously no surprise as to who the heir is. I mean, Lance is his son, but not by blood/biologically. So it passes over to Brian, and can I say that his personality has flourished very differently from Conrad’s… But I don’t want to give anything away. Gah! I’m so excited!!! *flails*

As always, likes and comments are much appreciated! Enjoy! 🙂


Odine’s POV


Conrad and I sat on my bed in silence. After my breakdown, he had quietly carried me up the stairs so that we could have some privacy.

Just when I had managed to stop crying, another wave hit me, and I began to sob again. This time, I ended up soaking his jacket with my tears as I cried into his shoulder. When my eyes were finally dry, I sat up straight and took a deep breath.

“I… I’m sorry.” I began. “I’ve been a terrible wife. I’ve let my problems get in the way being a good enough wife and mom. I’ve put you and the kids through so much, and I’m going to try my best to be happier.” He tilted his head in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed.

“But honey.” He said, sounding concerned. “That’s not what I want.”

“But at home you said…”


“I know what I said.” He sighed. “Do I want you to be happy? Of course. But I don’t want you to force yourself to be something you aren’t.” He pulled me into his arms. “You’ve been through the ringer, honey. With all that you’ve experienced, you’ve earned yourself a ton of hours of crying. I just…I just got scared that I was going to lose you, and I felt so hopeless. I’m… I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to suppress your feelings for me and the kids.”

“Emotions can suck, but we still have to deal with them.” He grabbed my hands, holding them between us. “So if you need to cry, then cry; if screaming at the world will help, I want you to do that, okay? I just want you to be able to feel like you can depend on me when it becomes too much for you to handle. You don’t have to deal with it all by yourself.”

I took a deep breath, and nodded slowly. “I-I know. I don’t want to push you away anymore. I can’t promise that I’m not going to stumble at some point, but if you’ll be patient with me, I want to try to work through this.”

His eyes began to tear up, and he gently caressed my cheek.

“Together.” He said.


Then he pulled me into a hug.


Planning the funeral of your father is not an easy thing. I would imagine planning the funeral of the love of your life would be even harder. While mom tried her best to help out, you could see that something had died inside of her. She just wasn’t the same without dad. Malik and I tried our hardest to handle most of the arrangements, but we could only do so much before we would begin to lose it.

Conrad was a tremendous help through it all. He took on more than what was expected of him, and stopped me from pushing myself too far. He was also surprisingly comforting; though I guess he would be one of the few people who could understand how we felt, since he had lost both of his parents. The three of us would be out all day, going from the place to place to make sure that everything was in order; and at night, we’d all be too tired to do anything, and would just head to bed. The days continued like this all the way up until the funeral.


The funeral itself was a pretty big deal. Throughout his life, my dad had made some sort of positive impact on a lot of people. At first we planned of having the funeral at a small church, but the list of attendees kept growing. Eventually, we had to move it to the graveyard.

“We are gathered here today to bid farewell to Frederick Perry, and commit him into the hands of God.” The entirety of the funeral, tears were shed, and condolences were given.


I was in a weird place throughout the whole service. I didn’t feel like how I would imagine a grieving person should feel. Yes, I cried. I cried a whole lot. But at the same time, I felt at peace. While my dad probably should have lived longer, I know he had a full life. Wherever he was, I knew that he wasn’t in pain anymore.


“Honey, it doesn’t look the best when you’re smiling at someone’s funeral..” I looked at Conrad through my tears. I hadn’t realized that I was smiling ever so slightly, so I put my hand in front of my mouth.

“It’s just comforting,” I admitted, “knowing that where he is, he isn’t sick anymore.” Conrad nodded in understanding as my mother walked up to stand next to the gravestone. He gently pulled my forehead to his lips, and placed a kiss on it. I turned my attention back to my mother, as she began to speak.


“Freddy was one of the most daring people I’ve ever met. He just loved life, and didn’t want to miss out on anything. I remember when we first met; I was a single mother with a newborn baby.” She paused to take a deep breath, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I had just lost my first husband in the Vietnam War, so there was no way that I was going to let any man even come close. But he didn’t give up. He told me that he didn’t want to miss out on a good thing in life, and he would wait for as long as I needed.

“That’s how he lived his life. He never wanted to let an opportunity pass him by; never wanted to be a man who regretted anything. Even when he was in and out of the hospital, he was still adamant that he wanted to experience everything he could.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s up in heaven right now, challenging an angel to a pole vaulting contest over the pearly gates.” At that, a laugh passed through the crowd. She paused as she tried to regain her composure. She turned to face the tombstone.


“Fredrick, we’ve had many, many years together; and even though you haven’t been gone for long, I miss you so mu-.“ She placed her hand over her mouth as she began to get choked up again. I let go of my husband and walked over to my mom. I pulled her in, and let her cry.

She held onto me as if letting me go would cause her whole world to fall apart. As her body continued to wrack with sobs, I sent a silent prayer up to God for peace.

I felt a hand touch my back. Turning to face the person who touched me, I looked into the deep brown eyes of Malik. He signified that I should sit mom down, and he would cover for us. I led mom off to the side, and sat her down on a bench nearby. She covered her face with her hands as he began to talk.


“As my mother was saying, dad was a great man, and we’ll miss him. If I could have one more chance to see him again, I’d make sure that he knew that he was the best father that a guy could ask for.” He rubbed his eyes, and I could tell he was fighting back tears. “If I had just one more minute with him, I’d make sure that he knew that he taught me to live life to the fullest. That every moment is precious, and to appreciate the time we have with the people that we love.”

“But I know that if I did have that chance, he would give me a big hug, and tell me that he loved me. Then, he’d probably smack me on the back of the head, and tell me not to live in the past.” He cleared his throat as the people gathered there laughed. “That we should always look forward, and grab every opportunity by the horns.”


“That’s how my dad should be remembered. As a great man who never let anything hold him back. Who cared for his family, and loved and accepted you. No matter whom you were, or what you might have done. He loved people, and wanted everyone to live up to their potential.” He looked at my father’s casket. “We’re gonna miss you dad. The world isn’t going to be the same without you.” He then grabbed the shovel that had been lying on top of a mound of dirt. His face said that he didn’t want to do this; didn’t want to be the one to finalize the gravity of my dad’s death, but we both knew that it would be impossible for mom to do it. As the sound of dirt landing on wood filled the air, my mom burst into another set of tears.


Neither Conrad, nor I had wanted to leave my mother to grieve on her own. But we had to, as Conrad’s vacation time couldn’t last forever, and we had children to take care of back home. I only felt better about leaving after Malik promised to check up on my mom every day, and to keep us updated on how she was doing.


“It’s nice to finally be home.” Conrad said as he unlocked the front door. I nodded in agreement, knowing exactly what he meant. It was nice to be able to see my family again, but what they say is true; there really is no place like home. Besides, travelling by plane is one of the most uncomfortable things that a person should have to endure.

As Conrad tossed his keys onto the table, I thought about how supportive and encouraging we had been. A man like that is hard to find, and I felt an overwhelming amount of love swell in my heart for him. As he turned to face me, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips.


As our kiss deepened, it was as if a switch set off inside of me. I wanted, no needed him. I grabbed the collar of his jacket, and pulled him closer to my body. I leaned in towards his ear and whispered.

“We don’t have to pick up the kids for a while.” I heard him moan ever so slightly, grabbing onto the small of my back. As I began to idle my tongue into his mouth, he jumped ever so slightly. He pulled back slightly, and looked into my eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asked me. “Because I don’t want you to feel pressured into anyth-“ I placed my finger over his lips.

“Shh…” I told him. “We haven’t been intimate in far too long, are you really going to refuse sex?” I began to unbuckle his belt. I leaned in one final time. “I want your body so bad.”


It was enough to push his hormones over the edge, as a look of hunger and desire took over his face. He pulled me into a deep kiss, and I jumped into his embrace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and let him carry me to the bedroom.


Conrad’s POV


As I watched Odine press the doorbell, my stomach began to somersault. She turned her head to face me, a mask of anxiety twisting her features. I knew that she desperately didn’t want to do this; heck, I didn’t want to either. But we had agreed that in order for us to move on with our lives, we had to tie up all loose ends. Besides, it was high time that we talked to the family that lived here. They deserved the closure.

We waited a couple of seconds before we heard someone unlock the door. Evangeline Bryan was attractive, maybe mid 30’s to early 40’s. But most of her beauty was overshadowed by messy hair, baggy clothes, and an air of exhaustion.


“Can I help you?” She asked. She tried to appear welcoming, and began to smooth out her hair with her hands.

“Mrs. Bryan?” Odine asked. She hesitated for a minute, and then took a deep breath, before continuing to speak. “My name is Odine Lee, and this is my husband Conrad. We were hoping we could speak to you, about Lucas.”


“Come in.” She said. She stepped back from the door, and began to walk back inside. It seemed as if she carried a thousand pounds on her shoulders, and I felt a guilty for waiting so long to do this. I grabbed Odine’s hand, and gave it a squeeze to show her that I was here for her. Then, we walked inside.


As we sat on the couches, Odine shared her story of what happened. It was no cake-walk, and Odine would have to pause periodically as she would relive the events that happened. I tried to notice how Evangeline might have felt during each section of Odine’s version, but her face remained emotionless.

“Without him, my children and I wouldn’t have survived. He died a hero, and I felt it was important that you knew personally what an amazing man he was.” Odine then averted her gaze to her fingers. “I know that his death is my fault. You probably hate me, and I’m sorry that it took so long for me to approach you and your family. His blood is on my hands, and I can’t apologize enough for your loss.”


Evangeline let out a sigh; she ran her hands through her hair before she spoke. “I don’t hate you. I will admit, at first I hated your guts, and wished terrible things for you and your family. But after a bit, I realized that the person to blame is now paying for it. I know that Lucas wouldn’t want me to hate you. You were as much a victim as he was.

“It’s been very hard without him.” She admitted. “Both physically and emotionally. The girls still occasionally ask about him, forgetting that he’s not coming home. I find myself most mornings still expecting to wake up with his arms around me.” She cleared her throat, and wiped a stray tear from her eye. “But I want to thank you for doing this. It… It makes it easier hearing it from you, as opposed to reading it from some newspaper, or doctor.” She then noticed the time. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to pick up the girls from school.”


They stood up, and Evangeline pulled Odine into a hug. “Thank you so much.” She began to cry, tears falling slowly down her face. I put my hand on her shoulder, and gave her a look of sympathy.

“If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to let us know.” I knew she would probably never call. This wasn’t the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but I was glad that we were able to give her some closure. The Bryan family definitely deserved it.



“I’d… I’d been trying to work up the courage to come see you.” Renee admitted. “But I just felt so ashamed.”


We were sitting on the couch in the middle of their living room. Both Odine and I knew that the Littler family felt guilty for Reuben’s actions, and we wanted to reassure them that we didn’t hold anything against any of them. We’d brought our children along, and they sat on the floor playing with some of Bronson and Deidre’s old toys.

“Deidre, would you be able to take the kids outside to play?” Renee asked her daughter. Deidre nodded, and scooped Vissa up.


“Lance, would you be able to help me with your brother? If you do, there’ll be extra ice cream for you later!”

Lance, given the possibility of a treat, excitedly picked Brian up, and ran across the living room to catch up with Deidre. As he did, a lightbulb went off in Renee’s head, and she stared at Lance’s unique blonde hair. Recognition filled her features, and her eyes grew to the size of saucers. When Lance rounded the corner, she waited a few minutes before speaking.

“Is Lance..?” She asked. She didn’t finish her sentence, afraid that it would be true. Both Odine and I nodded.

“It’s true.” I said with a sigh. “Reuben is Lance’s biological father.


Renee placed her hand on her chest, shocked by the news. “Have you told him?”

“N-no.” I told her hesitantly. “We felt it was better for him to believe that he was my son. We don’t want him growing up feeling like he’s not as important to me as Brian or Vissa.”

She stood up, and began to pace across the room. “I should have known. There was always something off about Reuben. I just thought it was because of me working so hard. You see, he never did seem very happy when I became more famous than he was. He was always a bit jealous, but I never expected him to do something so… so…” She paused as she tried to find the right word. “Sick!” She exclaimed. She put her hands over her face.


Odine stood up, and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Renee, it’s not your fault. What Reuben did was his own fault, and he has to pay for the consequences.”


“I hope he rots in jail.” She said angrily. I’d never really thought about how the situation affected the Littlers, seeing as how Odine was the victim. But it finally hit home how bad the situation was for them. They had to find out that their husband/father was convicted of rape; kidnapping; and murder. It’s a scary thing to find out that someone you loved did something so horrible.

The worst part of it was that you could see that Renee still loved her husband. She was hurt, and betrayed, but being married for over 20 years, the feelings would be hard to shake. Plus, the fact that she even cared about what he’d done, more than a normal person would, proved that she still cared for the man she’d agreed to marry; and you could tell that she hated herself for it.


Love is a powerful thing, and as I watched my wife comfort her former boss, I felt my heart swell with love and pride. The time spent with her family really helped her to move forward, and while there were days that she would feel depression want to seep back in, she would fight it like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t be prouder.

She’d told me that her dad had helped her see that she couldn’t live in the past anymore. Sure, we probably wouldn’t be having any more kids, but she realized that she couldn’t waste her time stuck on the ‘what ifs’. Instead she focused on the children that we do have, and cultivating relationships with them, while we still have the time.


“So what are you guys going to do?” Odine asked. They’d been talking about how their current house held too many memories of the past.

Flopping down onto the sofa, Renee shook her head slowly. “I’m not really sure. I’ve talked with the kids, and we aren’t planning on leaving Bridgeport. It’s our home. Bronson isn’t going to be living at home for much longer, so Deidre and I could probably move to a small apartment in the city.” She shrugged. “It’ll definitely be a big change, but I think it would be good for us.” I couldn’t fight back the smile that began to form on my face. I knew exactly what she meant, as I had endured many hours of Deidre’s complaining when she would visit the salon. Which happened to be very often, as the salon was the halfway point between the high school and the library. Deidre just wanted time with her mother, but Renee had always been too busy. Perhaps this was the wakeup call that Renee needed to build a good relationship with her children.


“I know that this might be a little bit forward.” Renee said. “But I was hoping that it’d be possible to occasionally have Lance come over to our house. Just to make up for everything that happened.” Warning bells began to go off in my head, but before I could object, Renee continued. “We wouldn’t tell him that he’s related to us; that wouldn’t be fair to you guys, or him. But I know that once Deidre finds out that she has a younger brother, it’ll be impossible to keep her away. I just thought that this arrangement would be easier.” She fidgeted in her seat. “It’d just make me feel better for all that you went through.”


I looked at Odine, unsure of what to decide. As we stared at each other, it was as if we were able to communicate our thoughts by the smallest of looks. When we came to our decision, we turned back to face Renee.

“We’ll give it a go,” I said, “for Deidre’s sake, not because you owe us anything. We didn’t come here to make you feel like you needed to pay for Reuben’s mistakes. If anything, we came here so that we could start fresh, without feelings of guilt or shame.”


Renee smiled at me, and thanked us for the opportunity to get to know Lance. But I had a feeling that Renee still didn’t fully understand how we felt. Most people in the city probably wouldn’t be as willing to build a relationship with the family of someone who hurt them, especially if that family was rich and famous. But we weren’t from the city. I was just a lowly boy from Riverview, who’d been lucky enough to have people in his life teach him the value of forgiveness.



“Ow!” I yelped as I felt the plastic base of the walker hit me on the top of my head. I’d been lying on my back on the floor, playing airplane with Vissa. Brian had been in the walker, as he was just getting used to being on his feet. As I lowered Vissa back onto my belly, Brian accidentally rammed the walker into my head. Apparently he’d gotten a little excited seeing his sister flying over daddy, and wanted to join in. I shot up in pain, just barely managing to catch Vissa as she began to fall off of my belly. As I placed her on the ground, Brian began to clap excitedly, kicking his legs around. I rubbed my head, knowing full well that I was going to get a bruise.


As I blinked back tears of pain, I saw an icepack being offered at the corner of my eye. Grabbing the icepack, I followed the outstretched hand to the face of my wife, who looked as if she was desperately attempting to hold back laughter.

“It’s nice to know that you find my pain enjoyable.” I grumbled as I placed the icepack on top of the tender flesh of my scalp.

“Oh honey,” she said, crouching down to give me a hug from behind. “I’m not laughing at your pain. I’m just laughing at your luck.” She gave me a kiss on the side of my neck. “Does that make you feel better?”

“Maybe…” I said playfully.


“Oh?” She asked, masking her voice in innocence. “Then I think I know what would make it all better.” She began to gently kiss my neck, and placed her hands on my shoulders. She slowly started to move her hands down my chest, over my stomach, passed my belt, until she finally reached my-

I jumped slightly, and looked around the room to make sure that none of the kids had seen what just happened.


Vissa was facing away from us, trying to shove a square shaped peg block into a circular hole; Lance was completely enamored with whatever show he was watching on the T.V.; and Brian had somehow managed to run into the wall. He would back up about a foot, and try to turn as he ran forward, banging the walker into the wall again. I debated whether or not to go and turn the walker around for him.

He’ll figure it out eventually. I thought to myself.

“Lance!” I called out to my son. “Keep an eye on the twins. You’re mother and I will be right back!” When I received confirmation from Lance, I scooped my wife up, and carried her to the bedroom. Her giggles filled the room until I managed to shut the door to our bedroom.


Thank God that we have thick walls.


And that’s it for chapter 10! Hope you guys enjoyed! 🙂

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  1. It’s so nice to see things wrapping up to a healthy finish where everyone is able to move on. I can’t wait to see the last chapter before Brian takes over. By the sounds of it, his generation is going to be really interesting.

    • It is a pretty nice ‘wrap up’ per say. I do still have one more chapter before it’s completely done. Hopefully I can release it soon. 🙂

      I can’t wait to start Brian’s generation! I’ve been writing his prologue chapter little by little, and I am really liking how his personality is coming out. Granted, his generation probably won’t feature any of the crazy things that Conrad and Odine had to go through, but I’m hoping it’ll be interesting nonetheless.

      Thanks for reading! 🙂

  2. Hahaha! That end line doe.

    Beautifully written, baby. I really enjoyed this happy chapter. It was nice to see all the loose ends being tied up. It’s better for Odine to get a fresh start both physically and mentally. She’s slowly starting to get back to her normal self, which is a step in the right direction. I’m sure life won’t be perfect or anything, but it’s nice to have some breathing room for once.

    The twins are so cute! 🙂 I love how playful they are and haha at Brian for being stuck at the wall. XD

    Oh but Lance heard, did he not? It looks like he was all shocked and surprised before he left the room. I wonder why he hasn’t said anything yet? I would have been really mad, angry, upset and just down right confused if I heard something like that. I hope to God it doesn’t make Lance a very bitter person for his parents keeping that from him. :/

    I also hope the arrangement where he goes over their house doesn’t affect him either. Poor kid.

    I felt so sad for Odine and her family. They were all so very sad at their dad’s funeral 😦 At least he’s not in pain anymore.

    Great chapter baby!!

    • Bahaha! You know me, baby. I mean, we are married… 😉

      Why thank you very much, honey. Odine is definitely on the right track to full recovery. It’s going to be a long journey, but she’ll get there eventually. 🙂

      The kids are definitely adorable. They are going to be very different from Lance when he was a toddler, so it outta be interesting. And for the wall part, I just kinda drew from personal experiences with some relatives that I shall not name. XD

      Yes, Lance heard, and it’s definitely going to define his personality, but not in the way you think. I know that I’d probably force myself to bring the topic up to my parents, but I’m not Lance. You’ll see how the news affects him (and those around him) in future chapters.

      You’ll also see how those will affect him. Granted, he isn’t the main focus… So it won’t be the main topic.

      Losing a loved one is never a good thing, but at least he isn’t suffering anymore, and he was able to help Odine before he left, so that’s good.

      Thanks for reading baby! Love you!

  3. Never has a chapter been so aptly titled. It was like every jagged edge of their battered lives had been pressed smooth, and though it would never quite look exactly how it did before, you didn’t even feel like that was a bad thing because they came out of it as so much stronger people.

    Though, there definitely was one last piece to address, and that was poor Lance discovering that Reuben was his biological father like that. I wonder how long Lance will keep the fact that he knows to himself. I mean, they’ve already established that he’ll have visits with the Littler’s, so I can’t imagine that it could stay bottled up for long. Or maybe that’s actually just my hope because I feel like the longer he keeps this news to himself, the more damage it’ll do to him. Lol, I’m admittedly pretty worried about him, especially because he’s already made the decision to keep quiet about it. I feel like as a child I would have blurted out that I knew right away! I wish he would have blurted it out o_o He must feel so confused and hurt. FDJFSKDHFKDFHDKS *scoops Lance into arms* THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DETERMINE THE KIND OF PERSON YOU ARE IS YOURSELF, LOVE!!!!!!!

    Ahem *clears throat* I’m okay, really! Great chapter, Nate, seriously! I know all too well how difficult these “wrapping things up” chapters can be to write, and I thought you did a marvelous job at it. Odine now feels free to be herself before Conrad, and Conrad accepts her exactly how she is and loves her all the more for it. It’s great to see them working together as a team, and not only that—it’s great to see their passion for one another return too =) Both are such critical aspects of a healthy, strong relationship, and theirs feels healthier and stronger than ever.

    Which is good….because LANCE!!!!!!! *freaks out hugging him again*

    I mean, I guess there’s a possibility that he decided he didn’t care about this news, but given how startled he looked in that photo, I kind of doubt that! Well, I guess I’ll see soon enough 😉 Nice job, once again, and as always I look forward to reading what’s to come!

    • Oh! Why thank you! Most of the time, I would feel like a phrase was required for my chapter titles, but for this one (and the one before) I felt it was best to keep it ‘short and sweet’. Both Conrad and Odine went through a whole bunch of crap (which was all my fault. XD), so it was very important that they all (The Lees, The Littlers, and the Bryans) get the closure that was needed because for Reuben.

      That’s also why I’d titled the past couple of chapters ‘Lost & Found’. It started because Odine was kidnapped, so she was lost, and the main point of that whole ‘arc’ was for Conrad to find her, but as time went on, I realized that it had to be much more than that. It was also about both of them being lost in one way or another, and having to find either themselves, or some goal that they hadn’t yet achieved. For instance, Conrad needed to fully forgive himself for what happened to his parents, and the whole section couldn’t finish until they ‘found themselves’, and could move on. Anyway, I’m ranting now. You’ve opened up a whole can of worms. XD Oops…

      You’ll have to wait and see how long he keeps it bottled in, and how much it might affect him. I just want to snuggle the little chubby-cheeked Odine clone! He’s a pretty reserved guy, usually the type who doesn’t want to inconvenience anyone, so he might be able to hold on to his secret for a while… Or it might be a big event in the next chapter… Who know! (I do!) *snuggles Lance’s face* TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN!!!

      I felt like this chapter would have been a great ending, but unfortunately, I have to establish some personality for our dear little heir. And while toddlers DEFINITELY have personality, it isn’t enough to just throw us into Brian’s story as a teenager. So I have to do a sort of ‘Overview through time’ kind of chapter… Which I’m not the happiest about… It just feels so… anticlimactic… (geez, I ramble a lot…) Anyway, Conrad and Odine have definitely grown a lot from the youngsters (21, and 18) that they used to be. And it definitely doesn’t hurt that their ‘passion’ has returned full force. They gotta make up for lost time, if you know what I mean… *wiggles eyebrows*

      If he really decided he didn’t care, then there’d be no drama! I mean, based on his personality, he could just end up being content that Conrad is his father, even if he’s not his father… But that’s no fun. XD

      Thanks for reading!!!

  4. So glad to see things resembling some sort of normalcy. At least as normal as life can for for what they went through. Closure is a good thing and even harder to get under such tragic circumstances.
    It’s nice that Renee Littler wanted Deidre to have a chance to know her little brother but I don’t know if it’s as innocent as it sounded. It just might be because it looks like Lance overheard the conversation. Poor kid! What a terrible way to find out your dad isn’t your dad but a creepazoid. That’s bound to have a lasting effect on him; especially since he’s not telling anyone he knows. I hope it doesn’t fester inside him until he lashes out.
    I love that Odine and Conrad are so understanding and loving towards each other now. They needed that as well as their kids.

    • Haha! The Lees definitely deserve some sense of normalcy, and it was high time that they faced the people that they were scared to face so that they could move on. But now, they are free, and can go upwards! Metaphorically speaking…
      Being completely honest, Renee has very sincere intentions, and with the way that Deidre’s personality is in my head, there is no way that she wouldn’t bug her mom about seeing Lance even more than normal. Renee asked because she feels at least partially responsible for what happened to Odine, so it’s her own way to make up for her husband’s mistakes…
      But yeah, it’s not the best way for Lance to find out that his dad is a convicted felon. However, he’s not generally the lashing out type. But the festering..? Oh the festering… 😉
      Thanks for reading!!!


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