Today was the day. He finally had a lead on Alice's whereabouts, thanks to his sister Mia. He couldn't believe his luck when Mia called last night with the news."I found her old address in the staff records," Mia had said, her voice crackling over the phone. "It's from when she worked as a maid for us. 42 Willow Lane, Manchester."Now, as Carson stood in front of the mirror, trying to tame his bedhead, he repeated the address like a mantra. "42 Willow Lane. 42 Willow Lane."He threw on some clothes, not caring if they matched. Who cared about fashion when he was this close to finding Alice and Charlie?The hotel lobby was quiet this early in the morning. Only a sleepy-eyed receptionist and a cleaner pushing a mop bucket were around. Carson nodded to them as he rushed out, the cool morning air hitting his face.He hailed a taxi, an old black cab with a dent in the front fender. The driver, a burly man with a thick gray mustache, turned to Carson with a friendly smile."Where to, guy?"
Alice's New LifeThe alarm clock buzzed loudly, jolting Alice awake. For a moment, she felt confused, wondering why she was up so early. Then it hit her - today was her first day at the Grand Manchester Hotel."Oh my goodness," she muttered, her heart racing with excitement and nerves.She jumped out of bed, trying to be quiet so she wouldn't wake Charlie. But as she tiptoed to the bathroom, she heard a familiar gurgle from the crib."Of course you're awake, little man," Alice said, smiling as she picked up her son. "You always know when Mommy's trying to sneak around, don't you?"Charlie grinned up at her, his little hands reaching for her face. Alice's heart melted, as it did every time she looked at her baby boy."Okay, sweetie," she said, kissing his chubby cheek. "Let's get us both ready for our big day!"Getting ready with a baby was never easy, but Alice had it down to a science now. She managed to shower, dress, and do her makeup while keeping Charlie entertained with toys and
Back in London, Mr. and Mrs. MacPherson sat in their large, fancy living room. The room was quiet, but their minds were noisy with worry. They hadn't seen Carson in days, and they had no idea where he was or what he was doing."I just don't understand," Mrs. MacPherson said, twisting her pearl necklace nervously. "Why won't he tell us where he is?"Mr. MacPherson sighed, putting down the newspaper he'd been pretending to read. "I don't know, dear. But he's a grown man. We have to trust that he knows what he's doing."Mrs. MacPherson frowned. "But what if he's in trouble? What if he needs our help?"Just then, the phone rang. Mrs. MacPherson jumped up to answer it, hoping it was Carson. Her face fell when she heard Mia's voice instead."Oh, hello Mia," she said, trying not to sound disappointed. "Have you heard from your brother?"In her own apartment, Mia bit her lip. She hated lying to her parents, but she had promised Carson she wouldn't tell anyone where he was."No, Mom, I haven't
Carson was filled with hope and anxiety when he woke up.It had been a week since he put the ad in the local paper, and he has heard nothing. But today felt different somehow. He couldn't explain it, but he had a feeling that something positive was going to happen.He got dressed quickly, choosing a blue shirt that Alice had once said brought out his eyes. As he looked in the mirror, Carson barely recognized himself. He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes and stubble on his chin. But there was a fire in his eyes that hadn't been there before."Today's the day," he told his reflection. "I can feel it."Carson headed down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.while he was sipping a cup of coffee, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation over the bar stand by the waitresses."Did you hear about the new Health and Wellness Coordinator?" one of the waitresses was saying. "I heard she's really good."Carson got interested in their conversation. He didn't know why, but somethi
Alice felt like she'd been hit by a truck when she woke up the morning after her surprise meeting with Carson. She cried herself to sleep, so her eyes were puffy and her head hurt. It had been a rough night for her because she kept thinking about what they had said.She heard Charlie talking in his crib as she struggled to get out of bed. Alice couldn't help but smile as she picked up her son, even though she was having a hard time emotionally.She cooed, "Good morning, sweetheart," taking a deep breath of his sweet baby smell. "Did you sleep well?"Charlie smiled at her and showed her his two very small teeth. It was impossible for Alice not to see Carson in every part of Charlie's face as she changed his diaper and dressed him. With those blue eyes and that little dimple on his chin, he looked just like the guy who had turned her life upside down."What are we going to do, Charlie?" Alice spoke in a low voice, mostly to herself. "Your dad is back." But can we believe him?"Of course
Carson thought the days before Saturday were the longest of his life. Every morning when he woke up, he felt a mix of fear and joy in his stomach. He was so excited about finally meeting Charlie and seeing Alice again that he could hardly hold it in. It was always in the back of his mind that he might mess everything up and lose them both for good.Carson stayed in his hotel room most of the time because he didn't want to bother Alice at work by running into her. He got room service and paced the floor, practicing what he was going to say to his son when he finally saw him."Hi, Charlie. He practiced saying "I'm your dad." He felt silly talking to himself, but he couldn't stop. "I know I haven't been around, but I'm here now, and I love you very much."Carson knew he had to do something special for Charlie on Thursday morning. It was important to him to bring a gift to show that he cared. What are you going to get your son who you've never met?He left the hotel being careful not to g
Carson woke up the next day after the meeting in the park and felt like he could fly. Charlie had met him. He had his son in his arms. Carson felt a joy he had never felt before when he thought of Charlie's little hands touching his face and his bright blue eyes looking up at him.But as he got ready for the day, he began to have doubts. Did he say the right things? Have you done enough? Would Alice let him live with them?Carson picked up the phone and wasn't sure if he should text Alice. He didn't want to be too pushy, but he also didn't want her to think he wasn't interested. He finally typed a message:"Thanks again for yesterday." Charlie is great. I hope to see you soon."Before he could change his mind, he hit "send."Alice thought about the park meeting while she was across town. Carson had brought Charlie a new book, which she saw him play with. She felt mixed feelings when she saw it. It was nice that Carson had thought to bring a gift, on the one hand. But it was a stark re
The next few days were a whirlwind of worry and confusion for both Carson and Alice. They found themselves texting each other constantly, checking in, making sure everything was okay. Despite the circumstances, this constant communication was bringing them closer together.Carson woke up early on Tuesday morning, his mind racing with thoughts of Alice and Charlie. He'd barely slept, plagued by nightmares of shadowy figures threatening his newfound family. As he got dressed, he decided he couldn't just sit around waiting for something to happen. He needed to take action.He headed down to the hotel lobby, determined to speak with the staff about the mysterious package. Maybe someone had seen who delivered it.As he approached the front desk, he was surprised to see Tom Jenkins there, talking in hushed tones with the receptionist. When Tom saw Carson, he quickly ended his conversation and turned with a forced smile."Ah, Mr. MacPherson! How are you enjoying your stay with us?"Carson fo