2nd. Season -
Carlyle stared at the name on the plaque wearily: Sonny Washington.
Her increasingly gaunt face made her eyes appear even more translucent, and tears slid down her cheeks once again. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Sonny, it’s all Mommy’s fault. I couldn’t keep you safe, couldn’t bring you into this world. But wait for me！"Maybe Mom will be with you soon!"
A wave of sadness washed over her. "Poor Sonny, your dad doesn’t know you exist. If he did, he’d be so happy, but... fate has its own plans. It’s your mom's illness that's causing all this. I’m so sorry, my sweet boy!"
Two years ago, Carlyle was overjoyed, awaiting the arrival of her baby. She had planned to share the good news with Lane when he returned to the U.S.
But during a routine health check, she was diagnosed with cancer. It was uncertain if the baby could be safely born under her chemotherapy. In the end, she had no choice but to undergo an induced labor.
Carlyle’s heart ached more than anyone’s, and she became even more despondent about the future. When she first learned about her illness, she lived in daily fear and terror. She knew Lane wouldn’t be able to accept this truth. His heart would break more than hers, so she ultimately chose to leave him.
Alison, supporting her frail body, slowly walked to the park bench. The two of them sat down and watched the sunset before them.
Carlyle softly said, "All good things must come to an end."
"Carlyle, don’t talk like that. I believe you’re going to get better," Alison said, sitting next to her and gently patting her back.
Carlyle gave a wry smile and said, "Alison, you know as well as I do that these past two years have been a rollercoaster for me. I've mentally prepared myself for the worst. When the time comes, I'll have to trouble you with my affairs. Just place me here, beside my kids, so I can be with them always."
"Carlyle, don’t talk like that. I believe you’ll recover," Alison replied quickly.
If it weren’t for Alison and Gareth accompanying her throughout her treatment, Carlyle might have already left this world.
Finally, Carlyle smiled and said, "Okay, I believe I will beat cancer."
"You must have confidence in yourself, Carlyle. Let me help you to the parking lot. It sounds like Xavier's car is arriving soon."
"Alright." Carlyle nodded, struggling to stand and move forward step by step.
Lane's car happened to stop at a red light just as he spotted Xavier's car. He briefly considered honking to get Xavier's attention, but noticed Xavier's car heading up towards the mountains. Lane wondered if Xavier might be visiting friends up there, especially considering Xavier's busy schedule lately.
Out of curiosity, I decided to follow his car up the mountain.
Xavier’s car quickly stopped at Amberstone Bridge Cemetery.
Suddenly, it dawned on Lane that Livia's ashes were laid to rest here. So, his brother-in-law had come to visit Livia, yet he couldn't help but wonder why he didn't see him around.
Just as the puzzle was forming in Lane's mind, he looked up to see Alison getting into the passenger seat with a smile, and it all clicked – ah, that explained it!
But as the car made a turn, his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. His heart pounded fiercely, and he instinctively pressed a hand to his chest, trying to catch another look. Yet, by the time he wanted to get a clearer view, the car had driven away.
Baffled, Lane took a moment to ponder before deciding to step out of the vehicle.
In his heart, he thought, "Haven't swung by to see Livia in ages, guess it's about time I drop in for a visit."
As Lane walked, his eyes fixed on the sunset before him, his mind involuntarily drifted to Carlyle. He knew how much she cherished these golden hours. Under his breath, he murmured, "All good things must come to an end."
That's a phrase she often says.
Carlyle, where are you?
After speaking a few words to Livia, Lane prepared to leave. But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the name on the adjacent plaque: Sonny Kellerman.
To his shock, the mother’s name listed was Carlyle.
The coincidences were too great to ignore. Lane noted that Sonny’s death coincided with Carlyle’s disappearance two years ago.
"Sonny Kellerman," Lane repeated the name, a hunch forming in his mind. Could it be that this was his child? And if so, was that Carlyle he caught a glimpse of in the backseat just now?
Lane clenched his fists tightly. Carlyle, I will find you!
Looking again at the beautiful sunset, Lane wondered what had happened to Carlyle in the past two years.
He turned back once more to look at the name on the tombstone, muttering under his breath, "Sonny Kellerman, can you really be my child?"
