Hidden by Mason Sabre

Author:Mason Sabre [Sabre, Mason]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2016-04-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“They're gone.” The words hung bitterly in the air. Simple words, yet the power that was in them was too much. Cathy imagined that she would feel some kind of relief when they departed, but what she felt was sorrow that ran deeply. It burnt through her veins like heated poison until it reached her gut and curdled. She couldn’t help it as she sat by the fire that Jeff had made with the small bundle in her arms. He was awake now. He had woken just before and Cathy hadn't wanted to take hold of him. She didn’t want to pick him up, but neither of the two men was going to, and she couldn’t bear to just leave him there. The tall chair opposite—the one Jeff would sit in the morning to read the paper, or where she would sit in the evening to read her book—Malcolm sat there with such a stoic expression on his face that gave Cathy no idea what he was thinking.

His grandchild was there. His grandson—another person in his lineage, yet his face said nothing. His daughter was on her way home now in pieces, her life a mess. It would be forever scarred. The baby fussed in Cathy’s arms as if he sensed her unease and she hushed him gently. His skin was like feathers as she brushed her fingers lightly over his delicate face. Blue eyes stared up at her. It was hard to imagine what it would be like for him in years to come—to know that his mother was out there somewhere, to know that she loved him. Would Malcolm help him? Would he ever find the answers that were about to be concealed?

Jeff handed Cathy a bottle that he had made up for the baby. The formula in it was warm. The baby’s mouth opened wide as if he could already smell the scent of the food. When she put the teat in his lips, he sucked thirstily as if the hunger was already rising in him. His eyes sparked, like there was a light in them. His head, now cleaned, was covered in soft light brown hair. Cathy rocked him gently, the way she used to do when she was nursing Faith and David. The soft crackling of the wood on the fire was soothing and his eyelids began to close as his tummy filled and he began to settle. He had no idea about the world he had just been born into. Perhaps he was really the lucky one.

Malcolm didn’t rock in the chair he was in. He sat rigidly. He didn’t speak—didn’t say a word. He just watched, his eyes firmly fixed on the baby. Cathy had no doubt that his mind was working behind those deep green eyes. What must he be thinking as he gazed at his grandson? Was it love? Care? Did he feel anything at all?

“Would you like to hold him?” She offered the baby out to him when he had finished his milk.

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