Marion Lennox: Finding His Wife, Finding A Son

‘I... Fine,’ Beth managed. ‘But... Toby?’

Blake looked a question at Luc and Luc managed to haul his attention from Beth to answer.

‘Toby’s Beth’s son. Twenty months old. He was brought out half an hour ago.’

Some of the tension on Blake’s face eased. ‘A toddler. I saw him. Sam did the assessment and he’s fine. He woke as she was examining him, demanding someone called Wobit...’

‘Robert,’ Beth said faintly. ‘Rabbit.’

‘Hey, we guessed right.’ Blake smiled down at her. ‘Apparently he was dropped, but one of the paramedics remembered and scooted over and rescued him.’

‘We’ve also found your bag and purse,’ Luc told her, still trying to keep his voice steady. ‘How good are we? But now... Is there anyone we can call to look after Toby?’

‘He has to come with me,’ Beth managed. ‘If I need to go to Sydney, Toby comes too. Luc, please... I need you to promise... I need...’

And something settled deep within.

‘It’s okay,’ Luc said, and touched her face. ‘I’ll take care of him. I’ll take care of you.’

And she managed a smile.

And then something odd happened. It was almost as if a ghost had touched him on the shoulder. He was looking down into Beth’s grimed, dust-caked, filthy face, but all he saw was the smile. And in that smile...strangely this wasn’t the Beth he’d remembered for the long years of divorce, the Beth who’d been his wife, the Beth he’d cared for for so long. Despite the filth, the fear, the pain, somehow this was Beth as he’d first seen her—a fellow med student laughing at him over a bench in the pathology lab. Her eyes had been sparkling with mischief. Someone must have made a joke. He couldn’t remember what it was now. All he remembered was how he’d been caught in that smile, almost mesmerised.

He’d forgotten, he thought. In all those years of need and care, and then the long separation, he’d forgotten what a beautiful woman she was. Stunning.

How could he be remembering now? What the...?

‘I’ll take it from here,’ Blake told him, looking at him strangely.

‘Thanks, Blake.’

He had work to do. He had to leave—but heaven only knew the effort it cost him to move away.

From...his wife?

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