The line on the other end was silent. Luther grew increasingly cautious and desperate.
“I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have lied to you. Wren and I are done, and her child… the child is gone too.
“Please, forgive me this once. I can’t live without you. I’ll pay any price if you’ll just come back to me.”
Still, there was no response.
“Honey, please don’t-” Luther’s voice trembled, but before he could finish, the call ended abruptly.
He panicked and redialed, only to find that he’d been blocked. An overwhelming despair washed over him, leaving him gasping for air.
Jane called at that moment.
“Mom, can you… can you help me find her? I miss her so much, but she won’t even take my calls anymore,” he pleaded.
Jane’s throat tightened. Her proud son was now reduced to begging. He must have been utterly desperate.
“Why don’t you let it go, Luther? Please, just let it go. Come home, try to live a good life, and leave the past behind.
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“But I can’t let go. I really can’t.”
There was a long pause when neither of them spoke. Jane simply listened to his muffled sobs, and her own eyes welled with tears.
If only she hadn’t meddled back then, things would have been so different. Luther and Callista could have been the happiest couple, and her grandson would have been four years old by now.
“I’ll help you keep looking,” Jane finally said.
But finding someone who didn’t want to be found in a sea of strangers was almost impossible.
