Chapter 108 Lachlan

• I had no clue how long I had sat there, my Uncle by my side, and tears filling my eyes. My mind wandered with thoughts of the potential things my Mum may think of me… feel toward me… what if she resented me? That was a thought I had never considered before. But, I had never believed for a moment that my own mother could be scared of me until now. What if she remained scared of me over all these years? That was not something a mother should feel toward her son. The very thought sickened me. Our closeness had always been something that brought me comfort after my Dad died. She was all I had left. Now I could not help but question if that connection we shared had simply been an act? All through fear?
• It was only as Uncle Harry’s hand touched my back in an attempt to bring some form of reassurance that I snapped out of the pained filled daze I was in. “Crying may do you some good son.” He rubbed my back gently. “I cried like a baby for days after your Dad left us.” He admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't think I can ever recall seeing you cry, you know, not since you were tiny, and certainly not about this."
• My eyes darted to meet his. I had tried so hard to appear brave. Strong. Even at the most difficult times after losing my Dad I forced a mask of calm upon my face so no other person knew of my stuggle. Yet here was the strongest man in pack openly admitting to me that he had cried? Shown weakness? “Really?” I pondered, shocked by his revelation.