Page 34 of Chaos has a Name
A Blackhawk man had struck again.
Maybe she owed Timothy a thank you for not dragging his illness out by telling them. Maybe he’d done them all a favor.
Being on death watch…
It sucked.
“Hey,” Elizabeth said, being gentle.
Yeah, she knew how the woman felt at that moment. Only, it was worse for her. This was her husband, and Caryn was being held hostage in this too.
Elizabeth didn’t envy her at all.
“I’m sorry,” the older woman whispered. “I wanted to come home. Don’t hate me for not telling you as soon as he told me. He’s out of his mind,” she added. “I can’t talk any sense into him.”
Oh, she wasn’t angry with her mother-in-law.
Not.
At.
All.
She was cranky over having to come back here, and potentially for a decent amount of time until she could convince Wyler to fight, or wait for him to die.
That last option made her belly roll with revulsion even thinking about it.
“Mom, it’s okay,” she said, kissing Caryn on the forehead. “I know what will cheer you up,” she admitted.
And she did know.
When she set her free, Coraline wasn’t far away, and she was holding a car seat with Oliver strapped in.
When in doubt, toss a baby into the mix to cheer up a great-grandma.
Only, the minute she saw Coraline and the little boy, Caryn started crying. The emotion was raw and there was no doubt she’d cried more than a few times over this.
Heading toward Coraline and Oliver, Caryn couldn’t stop sobbing.
Honestly, it was likely a mix of missing his birth, and the whole shitmess that had exploded around her.
Never let it be said that when a Blackhawk screwed something up, they didn’t do it spectacularly.
Wyler was winning the award on this one.
No.
Doubt.
Being completely sympathetic, Coraline hugged the woman and tried to soothe her. She couldn’t imagine the position she was in where she was losing the love of her life.
That had to be crushing.
No, it had to be devastating.
“It’s okay, Great-Grandma!” Coraline admitted. “You didn’t miss much. All he does now is sleep, eat, and poop. Plus, Oliver is portable,” she stated. “Why don’t you hold him? I’m sure he’d love a good great-grandma snuggle.”
That was all it took.
