New York City
July 15th, 2002
Lainie shook her head.
"No," she protested. She stood up from the mattress.
"He's right," John told her.
Lainie stared at John. "So you're my grandpa?" John nodded. "And who is my mom, then?"
"Still your mother," said William. "Just accept it as true for now. I'll tell you when you're older, okay?"
Lainie squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head slowly.
"That can't be true," she mumbled.
She left the room, and William let her go. John turned to follow, but William grabbed his arm.
"Give her some space right now," he said, "then you can speak with her. She's not going to leave the apartment."
John nodded, and sighed. "I'm sorry, Will."
William shrugged. "I didn't really expect her to receive the news super well. I think she did fine, given it turned her life upside down."
Still, William couldn't help but think that maybe now Lainie wouldn't like him. Maybe she would regret coming with him and want to go back to Diana.
Maybe now all she would want to do is to forget him.
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forgetting me
Short StoryWilliam has been hurt too many times to count. But for as many times as he's been hurt, he's hurt someone else countless times more. Now, all he wants to do is f o r g e t. - - #1 in #missingperson (feb 23rd 2019) #8 in #report (august 14th 2019)
