A GHOST FROM THE PAST

by Tunnel Muse

 Six-year-old Jacob admired the drawing of carnations that he had presented to his mom for Say It With Flowers Day. He had learned that carnations represent love and admiration for mothers, and it was also a flower he could draw, so it had been the perfect gift!

Catherine placed it with great ceremony on the top shelf of the bookcase in their brownstone’s living room. She then seated herself in her favorite rocking chair and Jacob climbed onto her lap.

“Did you give your mom a gift for Say It With Flowers Day?” he asked.

“No, because it’s kind of a new holiday Below,” she told him. “It only started a few years ago, in memory of one special person. Would you like to hear the story?”

“Yes, please,” he said, and snuggled into her embrace.

“OK, well…”

It was a beautiful fall day, not too disappointing for it being nearly November. Catherine loved fall, as did Vincent – the change of the colors, the crisp air, and the hint of the change of seasons with winter just around the corner and their favorite holiday, Halloween.

It would be different this year, however. They were now married and expecting their second child, due in the new year close to the middle of February. There had been so many wonderful changes in the last year besides her current pregnancy, including their wedding, raising their son Jacob, now two years old, and Catherine’s new family law practice which was becoming successful and busy. Life was moving forward for them both.

Catherine dressed in business-casual, wanting to be more approachable to the clients that she helped in her small office, which was close to where they lived. Today, on this beautiful fall day, Catherine walked to work as it wasn’t far from home – their newly renovated brownstone, another one of those changes. Being now five months pregnant, she enjoyed the walk to work, and it was great exercise. Vincent would meet her part way, when it got dark and quiet…always vigilant about his surroundings.

* * *

Today she was busy with her clients and her appointments. In fact, it seemed busier today, between her clients and phone calls. At two pm she had a bit of a lull, so she had a late lunch, relaxing for a few minutes, taking advantage of the welcome break.

As she ate, she thought back over the last two weeks. She had walked to work, happily enjoying the days, and then enjoying Vincent’s welcoming walk home. But as she had walked to work, she had felt as though she were being followed. When she turned to look, she could see no one at all, so she had continued on to work.

Each day had started well at work and ended uneventfully. She enjoyed helping those who couldn’t get conventional help, so she felt encouraged when she was successful in helping them. But each morning it had felt the same, as though she were being followed. She could sense it but found no one when she would look, seeing only people about their own business.

So, despite the feeling of being watched, she just decided to shake it off and try not to dwell on it. She would say nothing to Vincent, only sending her love through their Bond.

Happily, only three days before Halloween, she did the usual. She kissed Vincent and Jacob good-bye before she left for work. “I’ll see you for lunch, Love. It won’t be busy today. Besides, I miss our lunches together.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, Catherine,” he responded with a smile and hug, giving her a kiss on her belly

* * *

A half an hour later, she arrived at work with no sense of wariness. The time went fairly quickly, as predicted. As she exited her office, excited about lunch with her beloved husband, she noticed a small package at the door. Strange, she thought. Where did this come from? Who sent it?

Picking up the package, she searched for a name. Finding none, she carefully opened it. Inside was a beautiful gardenia. She looked around to see who left it, but there was no one in sight; however, she felt she was not alone.

She took the box with her to the brownstone instead of going to the Tunnels. She would go through the basement opening instead.

Vincent met her half way, sensing her mood. He felt no fear or concern from her, only curiosity. “I sensed a strange curiosity in you, Catherine. What has you so distracted?”

“It’s nothing really, only strange. I found this package by my office door. There’s no name on it and no way of knowing who left it.”

“That is strange indeed, Love. What is in the package?”

Opening it, she showed him the white gardenia.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yes, it is,” she replied. “Why didn’t they just let me know they wanted me to see it, and come into my office?”

“You help a lot of poor people, Catherine. Maybe it was a gesture to thank you for helping them. They wanted to stay anonymous, so they wouldn’t be embarrassed at being found out.”

“You’re probably right. There is something I didn’t tell you, Love.” She paused, then said, “I’ve had the feeling of being followed. I thought nothing of it at the time. Maybe they followed me then to leave it for me unseen.”

Vincent’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, hearing this news. “How long has this been going on, Catherine? You should have told me.”

“A couple of weeks or so, I think.” Seeing the look on his face, she tried to allay his fears. “You know, you may be right, I’m sure they did it so as not to be acknowledged. Don’t worry, Vincent, if I see them, I’ll say thank you to them. They meant no harm.”

“I can’t protect you during the day, Catherine, so you must be extra careful, especially now… that you’re pregnant.” He caressed her tummy and kissed her softly.

“I’ll be careful, Love, I promise. If necessary, I’ll tap on the pipes and wait for you to come for me, okay?”

He nodded reluctantly, wishing for her to stay with him, but knowing she needed her freedom as well. He decided that he needed to be more vigilant; they both did.

Trying to take his mind off it, she suggested they go to lunch, which they did.

Catherine left the box on the table.

* * *

Halloween was in two days and on a Saturday, which was fabulous for both of them.  It would be a night out together with no strange looks, and they would blend in with all the other partygoers. And…it would be two days off work for her as well.

The next two days were uneventful, slow and with no sense of anyone following her, and no strange packages left at her office door.

* * *

Halloween…! Time for some fun and quality time together with – hopefully – a lovely romantic ride in a carriage, something they hoped would be a tradition every year.

Father and Mary said they would watch little Jacob, Father’s namesake. For Father, it was an opportunity to spoil his grandson, for which he didn’t need any excuses. Vincent and Catherine only laughed and got ready for the evening, making Father promise them there would be no cookie overload.

Vincent wore his black slacks, frilled white shirt, and a pair of high-legged boots. He also wore his gloves to hide his hands, and his signature black cloak.

Catherine wore an eighteenth century-style burgundy gown with long sleeves and lace on the wrists and collar. She also wore black lace gloves. The gown had an attached cape which matched the gown. Her hair was pinned up with pearl clips, one on each side.

Vincent couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You look gorgeous, My Love!”

“Thank you, Darling. You look quite handsome yourself.”

They walked arm in arm from the Tunnel entrance, unnoticed, and into the park. Walking joyfully, they admired the other costumed people – ghosts, goblins, and all manner of strange creatures, all laughing and talking. When people looked at them, there was only a look of admiration for Catherine and Vincent’s costumes. None noticed or realized it wasn’t a mask he was wearing. They nodded and smiled in appreciation, walking on.

The evening was magical and freeing for them both. This night…they had eyes only for each other and the magical world around them. It was theirs, if only for one night. They shared pretzels with mustard, something new to Vincent, then they had ice cream. After enjoying their treat, they decided to take the carriage ride around the streets of New York.

The stars were bright in the clear sky and the air was crisp and fresh. Vincent wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Pointing to a carriage with two snow-white stallions, he smiled warmly at her. “Would you like a ride, Catherine?”

“Yes, Darling, that would be wonderful,” she replied, looking lovingly at him.

The driver acknowledged them, smiling knowingly, which made them wonder if they were missing something. After he had waited for them to climb in and get comfortable, Catherine pulled out some money to pay him.

“No, thank you, ma’am,” he said with a smile, “That won’t be necessary, it’s all taken care of.” Saying nothing more, he began their ride.

Catherine and Vincent looked puzzled. Who had paid for the ride, they wondered. No one Above knew where they would find their ride or the time it would happen. Oh, well, they both thought. They would enjoy their ride, and then they would walk home through the park after the drive through the city.

Lost in thought and each other, they leaned back, Vincent’s arm around Catherine and her gloved hand lying on his upper thigh.

* * *

They were lost in the scenery and the costumed people, not caring or noticing the direction the driver was going, their eyes looking at the sky and the fullness of the moon. Suddenly alerted, they noticed the driver pulling the horses to a stop right in front of their brownstone. Vincent and Catherine stared at each other, then she spoke first.

“How did we get here? How did you get our address?!” she said in surprise.

Vincent, looking just as surprised, took her hand to calm her. It was definitely a strange situation, as well as a little unnerving.

The driver only smiled warmly and said, “I was asked to make sure you got home safely.”

“Who asked you to do that? And who gave you this address?” she asked, trying to remain calm.

The driver replied, calm and unfazed, “The same person who paid me a large tip to make sure that you both arrive safe and sound, no questions asked.”

Catherine turned to Vincent, who shrugged his shoulders in mild confusion. He felt no malevolence in the driver, only calm.

“I can say no more about it, as they didn’t give a name.”

“Can you at least tell us if they are male or female?”

“Sorry, I can’t. They were in a Halloween costume.”

“Can you tell us how they were dressed?”

Thinking for a moment, he said, “They wore a sparkling fairy costume with a feathery star mask. That’s all I can tell you, sorry.” He smiled.

“Thank you for the ride home,” Catherine responded.

“Thank you, sir,” Vincent replied in kind.

Disembarking, they moved toward the sidewalk in front of their brownstone. They would wait for the driver to leave before they went in, still a bit unnerved by it all.

The driver paused for a moment. “Oh! I almost forgot. I was told to give this to you both once you arrived at your door.” After passing them a small box with a simple ribbon on it, he drove off.

They stood dumbfounded, staring at the package and the retreating driver. Walking into the house, they put the box down and started to remove their gloves and cloaks. Then, picking up the package, they went into the living room.

While digesting the last two hours, Catherine looked at Vincent. “Well…” she said, “should we see what’s inside?”

Nodding gingerly, he said, “Yes. Is there a name on the box?”

After turning it gently to look at all sides, she replied, “No, there is no name anywhere, or a clue about where it came from.”

He took it from her carefully, sensing nothing sinister. He opened it. Inside were flowers but no note. There was a white rose and a red rose with a sprig of baby’s breath. After taking them out carefully and handing them to her, he pulled the lining out, thinking there may be a note under the lining. There was none, however.

Shaking his head, he said, “There is nothing else inside.”

“How strange, Vincent. That’s two packages of flowers in two weeks. What could it mean?”

“I’m not sure, Love. It doesn’t seem to make any sense right now. I’ll talk to Narcissa. Maybe she might have an idea.”

“All right, Vincent. There has to be an explanation. Even the carriage ride was unusual, although pleasant,” said Catherine.

“Let’s get some sleep, Catherine, and we’ll look into it tomorrow.”

Changing into their night clothes, they retired to bed. Jacob would be in the children’s nursery for the rest of the night, so they stayed in the attic bedroom that night.

* * *

The next morning, they went Below for breakfast. Seeing Father and Mary with Jacob, they sat together to eat. Afterwards, Catherine asked Father if he would mind watching Jacob for a couple of hours, as they needed to speak to Narcissa about something.

“No problem,” replied Father. “I don’t mind at all. What do you want with our resident Tunnel Mystic anyway? Is it something I can help you with?”

Catherine turned to Vincent, who nodded in approval. “Well, it is a little odd, truthfully. It started about a month ago when I was at work. I’ve told Vincent already, so he has known.”

Father nodded for her to continue.

“I felt that I was being followed and watched, but when I turned to look, I saw no one there. When I went to leave my office, I found a parcel at my door. There was no name or address on it, only a white gardenia inside.”

Father, looking puzzled and concerned, said, “Go ahead, dear Catherine.”

“We thought it was a ‘thank you’ for a service or help on a case, and that they wanted to stay anonymous.” She looked to Vincent, who smiled encouragingly, and she continued. “Here’s the strange thing that happened last night. We were enjoying our night out, with pretzels and ice cream, and with a tour of the New York sights. Later, we took a carriage ride, like we did last year.”

“That sounds lovely. Go on,” responded Father.

Catherine inhaled slowly. “This is where it gets very strange, however. First, the driver seemed to be expecting us, and when I tried to pay him, he’d already been paid for the ride. Second, as we were enjoying our evening through town, he ended up stopping right in front of our brownstone.”

Raising his eyebrows, Father said, “Curious.”

“When we got out of the carriage to go inside, we asked him how he knew where to go and who paid him. His only response was that he didn’t know but got a large tip to see we got home safely. Finally, the driver said he was told to give us a package once we got home.”

“What was inside the package?” asked Father, puzzled.

“It was more flowers – two roses, one white, one red, and a sprig of baby’s breath.”

“We wish to speak to Narcissa and see if she might know what it all means,” finished Vincent.

Father turned to Mary who was holding Jacob. “Let’s go to my study. I have something that might help us with this situation. You can still go see Narcissa when we’re done. Mary, would you mind taking Jacob to the nursery? You can join us for tea and help with solving this curiosity.”

“Very well, Father. I’ll meet you there shortly. I don’t know how much help I can be, but I’m very interested in finding out myself.”

They hugged and kissed their son, then grabbed the tray of tea, following Father to his study. Vincent, however, still intended to see the Tunnel witch and mystic.

Several minutes later, Mary arrived, finding Father searching for a book on flowers and plants.

When they were all sitting around the table, Father began. “There are many cultures that believe flowers have meaning – a language, so to speak. For example, roses are said to be an expression of love and purity, depending on the color. Some believe flowers are for warnings and danger.”

“That still doesn’t explain who sent them or why,” replied Vincent. “The driver, when asked, said they were in a fairy costume with a feathered star mask. With so many costumed people, we wouldn’t have noticed.”

Father thought for a moment or two. “There is a flower shop not more than two short blocks from your work, Catherine. It’s called the Faery Tale Flower Shop, run by a Helper named Marisol. She sends flowers to us for Rebecca who uses them for her candles. Jamie presses some for making her oils, while some are used as food in cooking. She’s been a Helper since before you were born, Vincent. She’s old now, so she has someone else bring the flowers once or twice a month.”

“I’ll visit her on Monday,” said Catherine. “Maybe she can tell me who has been sending the flowers.”

“That’s good, dear, but please be aware of your surroundings, just in case. All right?”

“I promise,” she said, giving them all a reassuring smile.

Mary had been listening quietly, finding the whole subject fascinating. “You learn something new all the time. I never realized that flowers could have so many meanings to so many cultures. Amazing!” she said, with wonder in her eyes.

“Thank you, Father. We will take your advice and speak to Marisol.”

With that said, they left to find Narcissa.

* * *

Vincent took Cathrine’s hand, and they started for Narcissa’s home. As they proceeded to her chambers, past the Chamber of the Winds, they heard tapping on the pipes. Pausing a moment, Vincent listened to the message as it tapped again.

“What does it say?” she asked, not quite yet familiar with all the codes.

Looking at her, he replied, “It’s a message from Narcissa. She wants to see both of us. How…?”

Looking at him with curiosity, she asked, “How did she know we wanted to see her?”

Smiling, he responded. “She has her ways. She always knows things before we do. Come… she’s waiting.”

Taking her hand again, they started off. About forty-five minutes later, they arrived.

“Come in, my children,” Narcissa called out warmly.

“How does she do that? We’re still in the hall!” Catherine asked with surprise.

“Your spirits are strong when you are togedda. Come sit, I’ve made some tea,” she said, handing them their cups. “I need to speak with you about some-ting important.”

“We wanted to speak with you as well, Narcissa,” said Vincent.

“I know,” she said with a smile. “Dat is why I called on da pipes.” Her look turned serious. “Catherine, I know you have been followed and I know about da flowers, too. And Vincent, dis concerns you, as well.”

Looking at Vincent in shock, then at Narcissa, Catherine asked, “How do you know about this? We only mentioned it to Father and Mary this morning at breakfast!”

“I understand, my dear. But da spirits tell me some things and they know what it is. Flowers have meaning – love, hate, revenge, death, and longing. Some send messages, some good, some bad, odders a warning,” Narcissa explained.

“Father mentioned that in some cultures they have different meanings,” Vincent answered calmly.

“Dat is true. Dis is why I called you. I know daa flowers you have, the gardenia, the roses and baby’s breath. Daa red rose is ‘True Love,’ which you have. Daa white one is ‘Purity,’ which is daa purity of your love togedda. Daa baby’s breath is for ‘Everlasting Love’.”

“What of the gardenia?” they asked almost together, then smiled at each other.

“Daa gardenia has more than one meaning, depending on daa situation. It can mean ‘Grace and Innocence’. For oddas, it’s secrecy or a secret message. I believe dat dis person’s sending you messages the only way they know how. It’s a secret they hold and have held for many, many years.”

“All right, but why now…why us?” Catherine asked, trying to make sense of it all.

“Now? Because now, after many years of aloneness, you are both one. One soul, one heart, one being, child. Da spirits know dis and so does daa person who gave you daa gifts. Also,” she paused for only a breath span, “they know who and what you are, Vincent,” she said, so very calmly.

Staring in shock, he asked, “How’s that possible, Narcissa!?”

Concern and his fear rising at that knowledge hit Vincent with full force in his chest. Catherine took his hand to calm him, feeling his urge to run.

“I must stay Below now if that is so!”

“No, Vincent!” Catherine cried, tears forming in her eyes.

“I can never go Above again, Catherine, if what Narcissa says is true! What choice have we left, until we know who this person is?”

Raising her voice, Narcissa jumped in. “VINCENT!”

Stopping, he looked at her.

“You must listen to me, child!” Her voice was lower and calmer. “They mean you know harm, truly. Daa spirits don’t lie, they told me. Dis person is a woman, she has been attached to you for some time. She is a ghost from your past, and she’s only now been able to reach you. She has searched for you, and Catherine has been her way to do so.”

Vincent loved and trusted Narcissa all his life, but he was still apprehensive about what she told them.

“Listen to me, child! Listen to daa signs!” Narcissa was adamant. “I will never steer you wrong. To go forward into the future, you must go to daa past, to be whole.”

Patting him gently on his cheek, she continued. “I will speak to daa spirits, and Catherine will be our help as well.” She smiled warmly at Catherine, patting her cheek in a motherly way.

They thanked her and left for home.

“Listen to daa signs, my children! Listen…listen…” her voice echoed, as they were already gone.

* * *

After returning, they freshened up and went to dinner. While telling Father what Narcissa said about the flowers and what they meant, they decided to forgo the part about someone attached to Vincent and his past. They wanted to digest the Tunnel Mystic’s news and investigate. They didn’t want to worry Father unnecessarily. There were too many puzzle pieces missing, and they weren’t sure there weren’t going to be any more messages.

After putting little Jacob to bed, they had a cup of herbal tea. They discussed everything that they had been told by both Father and Narcissa, and what the next course of action might be. The thought of an eternal prison of darkness wasn’t what they wanted for themselves and definitely not their son. That thought was abhorrent to them. There had to be another solution.

“Narcissa said that there were no evil intentions with this person. She also said that it’s a woman. I only know of Lisa, though since her absence after the trial of her ex-husband, she’s been silent,” he said.

“Is there someone from the Tunnels when you were a child, maybe before Lisa, I mean?”

“So many have come and gone from here, Catherine,” he said, trying to think back on who it could be. “I can’t remember them all, honestly.”

“Get some rest, Love. Tomorrow I’ll go to the flower shop Father mentioned. Marisol is her name, the Helper and proprietor of the shop. Maybe she can tell me who gave us the flowers.”

Kissing each other good night, they fell asleep. In the morning, they went to breakfast.

“Talk to you later, Darling,” she said as she gave Vincent one more kiss, and she ran her fingers through Jacob’s hair. Then she left for work. She hoped it wouldn’t be insanely busy, as she needed time for her inquiry.

* * *

Arriving at work, she saw people waiting for her already. She looked at her watch, noticing it was nine am. “I’m sorry, everyone, if I kept you waiting.”

They smiled at her and, almost in unison, they said, “No worries.”

She opened the door and let them in, and she followed close behind. “Have a seat, everyone. I’ll be just a minute.”

Catherine acknowledged to herself that it would be a while before she could visit the flower shop. She was busy for the next five hours. Clients came and went until two. When the last one left, she had a late lunch with her herb tea. Thank goodness for her microwave, a great addition to her office for busy days.

She was finishing some paperwork before leaving for the florist when she heard the door jingle. The mailman gave her the mail and left.

The last of the work was done an hour later, a little longer than she had hoped but too important to leave until morning. Hearing the door jingle again just as she dotted the last “i” and crossed the last “t”, she looked up. Calling out, she said, “Hello? Can I help you?”

She looked to see who arrived; no one was there. Scanning the room as she was heading back to her office, she spotted a small parcel on the counter. How strange. It wasn’t there when the mailman came, she thought. She walked over to it. Like the other packages, it had no sender’s name or return address. Opening it carefully, she saw a purple hyacinth within.

She found a card attached to the flower’s stem. “I’m so sorry” was all it said. Looking further, she saw nothing else…and no name on the card either.

“I have to speak to the proprietor of the flower shop…now!” she said out loud to herself.

It was now three-thirty pm. She wanted to get going. She left after one last look at her schedule, locking up and thinking, Time for some answers.

Vincent sensed a change in her mood, knowing something had happened and that he would have to wait to find out. He could feel her focus and the determination in her intentions and course of action.

Walking briskly yet carefully, she arrived at the florist’s in ten minutes. Her now six-month pregnancy prevented her from moving any faster.

* * *

Walking into the flower shop, Catherine was amazed at all the different flowers they had – the colors, the smells, and the beauty.

A woman in her twenties looked up at her. “Can I help you, ma’am?” she asked with a smile.

Smiling back, Catherine replied, “Yes, please. I need a little help with something, and information, please.”

“All right, I can try. What do you need?”

“I need to speak with the proprietor, please. I believe her name is Marisol.”

“I’m sorry. She’s unavailable.”

“Okay, when will she be back? I really need to speak with her. It’s really important.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, she’s elderly. My mother and I are here to help her, until…”

“Well I… I was hoping to find out…” Suddenly not sure how to begin, she said, “It’s complicated.” Catherine started to explain. “I received a package today at my work. It had no sender’s name on it, nor a return address. I have no idea who sent it.” She tried not to sound frustrated.

Sympathetic, the woman replied calmly, “The parcel – is it one of ours?”

“I believe it is,” said Catherine, now realizing she’d left it in the office. “Oh, no! I forgot to bring it with me! How long are you open? I can come back. It’s only ten minutes from here.”

“We close at four.” Seeing it was almost that, she said, “Look, let me come with you and you can show it to me, all right?”

“I don’t wish to impose. I can come back tomorrow.”

“That won’t be necessary; it’s no imposition, honestly. I live above the shop and I’ll let my mother know that I’ll be right back, okay? Please wait here.” Smiling, she went upstairs, returning five minutes later.

Walking with Catherine to her office, they introduced themselves.

“I’m sorry for not introducing myself before in the shop. I’m Catherine Chandler Wells.”

“My name is Callie Snow. My grandmother owns the shop. She’s getting old and frail, so my mother and I work there now. My mother’s been very ill for the last few days, so I work there alone. She would love for me to run it and take over. They both would, honestly.”

“Your mother is Marisol?” Catherine asked, surprised.

“Oh no.” She smiled. “She’s my Nan. My mother’s name is Hanna Snow. Well, she’s my stepmother. Dad passed away two years ago.”

Callie seemed so comfortable around Catherine, and Catherine was surprised to let her know so much about herself. “I was told Marisol is an amazing woman and a great helper to so many people.”

“That she is. She taught me the same thing growing up – never to forget the less fortunate or their hardships. Not everyone is lucky in life.”

After arriving at the office, Catherine showed her the package, still sitting on the counter. She opened the box, revealing the flower and the card.

“Well, the package is definitely one of ours, as is the purple hyacinth.” Examining the card, she looked at the handwriting. “The card is one of ours, but the signature…” She paused, looking from it to Catherine. “I don’t recognize it…” There was another strange pause. “Sorry.” She placed the card into the box.

Catherine’s senses were piqued, but for the time being she said nothing. She felt the woman was harmless, trusting her instincts, but felt the young woman was hiding something. Before walking her to the door, Catherine grabbed the package, then she locked the door behind them.

Catherine felt no change in her demeanor. Callie seemed a bit distracted momentarily but very friendly. “Thank you, Callie. It was very nice to meet you. If you think of anything, it would really help, so please let me know. I hope your mother gets well soon,” Cathrine said warmly.

“Thank you, Ms Wells, I’ll let you know if there is anything.”

The office locked, she and Callie left, both in opposite directions.

Catherine felt it was time to speak to Vincent about their next move, if there was one.

Callie decided that she needed to find out the next move. Her mother would need to know what happened. She hurried back to the flower shop.

* * *

Callie went to find her mother who was in the kitchen. “You should be resting, Mom,” she scolded gently.

“I feel a bit stronger and I needed a change of view. I wanted some coffee anyway,” she said in a tired voice.

“All right, Mom, I’ll get it for you. Please sit down.” After pouring it, she set it down in front of her.

“Thank you, sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

Callie only smiled and gave her mother a gentle hug, not too tight. “Let me make you something to eat, okay? What are you in the mood for today, Mom?”

“How about some of your wonderful chicken vegetable soup?”

“Sounds good. I have some butter biscuits I can warm as well.”

“Thank you, honey. We can talk while we eat.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Now, my dear, how is our Catherine doing? Has she figured out the card in the box yet?”

“No, not yet. I tried not to give it away yet, as you requested. She didn’t say anything, but she suspected something when I said I didn’t recognize the signature on the card. I did say that the flower and the box were ours.”

“That’s all right, honey. It’s almost time to reveal the truth anyway. There isn’t much time left now.”

“Oh, Mom!” Callie said sadly, though she knew it was so. “Thank you for letting me help you in this quest, I know how important it is.”

“No, Callie, thank you. Thank you for understanding and not being angry with me. After your father’s death, you have been my joy and strength. With Nan in the nursing home and me very sick, it’s been too much for you, I know. I’m sorry, truly sorry about that.”

“You’ve been very good to me, Mom, you and Nan both. I’m not angry, upset or jealous, Mom. Thank you for sharing this with me. I feel very privileged that you would trust me to help you.”

“It was a miracle to have seen him that Halloween, two years ago, thinking he had died, and seeing him with a very beautiful woman. I never thought to see that day. I’m so happy for him,” she said, coughing badly.

“Mom, you need to rest. Did you take your medication?”

“I’m fine, dear, and yes I did. Now…I understand she asked about the box of flowers. How is our lovely Catherine Wells?”

“She’s beautiful! Love and pregnancy look good on her.”

“I see Vincent found someone loving and fearless. I remember seeing the look on her face when she gazed at him…such love! There was no pretense there. Now, Callie…our final phase.”

“Okay, Mom, what’s the plan?”

* * *

Catherine took the flower box to the brownstone and showed it to Vincent. They walked to the kitchen, and Vincent looked at the flower and then the card inside.

“‘I’m so sorry!’ it says. What does this person have to be sorry for? For what?” He stared at it, puzzled.

“I’m not sure, darling. Callie is hiding something, that I guessed, but Narcissa said that this person connected to you in some way is harmless. The question is, with nothing really to go on, what’s our next move?”

Vincent thought for a minute or two, then said, “Wait. That’s our only recourse for now it seems. They are holding all the cards, so to speak. We have nothing but flowers and a card with a message.”

“I guess you’re right. We can only wait…wait for more messages and hopefully answers,” she replied, just as puzzled.

Their decision was made. They would continue on as usual with work and their beautiful son Jacob.

* * *

Hanna and her daughter had their own plans set. On to what would be the final phase, hoping they had the time they needed, and that the outcome would be positive and eventful.

It was the middle of November, and the streets were dusted in a soft powder of snow like faery dust. It looks magical, just like Callie’s faery costume did on Halloween, Hanna thought. “Almost done, almost there,” she said out loud.

“Callie!” she called out, as she entered the kitchen.

“I’m here, Mom. Want some coffee and toast?”

“Coffee for now, dear. I’m not hungry just yet.”

Pouring her a cup, Callie asked, “Are you ready for the next step, Mom?”

“Yes,” she replied, taking a sip of coffee. “I am ready, and you?”

“I am. I’ve decided to take over the shop from you and Nan. You don’t have to worry about it anymore, Mom. It’s all been taken care of. I’ve signed the papers and it’s been finalized.”

“Good! One important move done.” She sighed, relieved. “I told you that Nana Marisol sends flowers to the Tunnel world. She has trusted people that come once or twice a month to pick them up. I’m hoping you will continue doing that, since she has been doing that for the last twenty-five years or so.”

“I’ll continue doing that, Mom, I promise.”

“That’s fine. All the information is in the bedroom safe…for your eyes only. Security is key. It will be for you and your family now,” replied Hanna, looking suddenly sad and thoughtful.

Taking her hand, smiling, Callie said, “You’ll always have me, Mom.”

Wiping a stray tear, Hanna said, “You and your father, God rest his soul, were my greatest joy. I lost so much many years ago. I didn’t know if I would have wanted to live. Grandma saved me back then, or I would have died. Now…I need to finish this while I still have time, and maybe, just maybe…”

“Then let’s get your plan in motion,” replied Callie, giving her a warm, gentle hug.

“Right! Do you have the box with you, honey?”

“Yes, here it is,” she said, handing it to her. “And here are the flowers.”

Hanna took them gently in her hands and placed them in the box on top of the white tissue paper. After patting them gently, she kissed the envelope, then placed it inside after doing so.

“You know what to do, Callie.”

“I do. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

After kissing her mother, she left for Catherine’s office, being careful not to be seen. She got in just as another person was leaving. She placed the box and left just as someone was coming in, leaving the parcel on the counter. As far as anyone was concerned, she was just another client exiting. No one paid attention. The timing had to be meticulous, and it was. She was in and out before closing, unnoticed by Catherine.

Catherine, coming out several minutes later and ready to go home for the day, saw the flower box. She knew who it came from, but she also figured it was delivered a few minutes before closing. Taking the package, she’d decided to wait until she got home. Suspecting it was meant for Vincent, she decided she would give it to him and they could look at it together.

* * *

 When she arrived at the brownstone, box in hand, Vincent met her in the living room. “I see you’ve brought us another package home, my Love.”

“Yes, I did. It was waiting for me in the office. We already know where it came from, but not who…”

“I see you didn’t open it this time, Catherine.”

“No, I felt it was inappropriate to.”

He gave her a curious look that they both understood. “I see.”

“I believe that this time, it’s meant for you.”

Vincent pondered her statement for a moment, sensing the truth of it. He was filled with a feeling of curiosity and yet a little apprehension about what he would find – aside from the obvious flower inside, which he could smell easily enough, even though the box was closed.

“Well, there’s no time like the present, I suppose,” he stated calmly.

She handed him the package, and they sat on the couch together. “Would you prefer to do this alone?” she asked, knowing it was for him.

Touching her hand gently, he said, “No, this concerns us both. It may be for me, but I want you here with me.”

As he carefully opened the box, they both noticed flowers as expected. There were three flowers in the box now, with his name on the envelope. He set the envelope aside for the moment and examined the flowers first. There were two carnations, one red, one pink, with a good-sized sprig of baby’s breath.

“What do they mean, Vincent?” Catherine’s curiosity was piqued.

“I was researching their meaning ever since we received the first one. The gardenia was meant to imply a ‘secret message’, though it’s not quite clear as to its full meaning. The purple hyacinth we now know means sorrow – ‘I’m sorry’ – though again it’s not clear for what they are sorry.”

“The roses, we know, were for love,” responded Catherine.

“Yes and the baby’s breath is meant to represent everlasting love, which this is. The carnations here are two different colors, red and pink. Though they are the same flower, their meaning is different.”

“What do they mean?” she asked, looking at them with fascination.

“The red one means ‘my heart aches’ and the pink one means ‘female love’ – ‘a mother’s love’,” he explained.

Catherine looked at him questioningly. “Maybe she’s someone you helped a long time ago? You said people have come and gone from the Tunnels over the years. Maybe it’s one of those people.”

“I don’t know, Catherine,” he said, examining the envelope carefully, with his name on it, still unopened.

“Do you wish to read it alone, Love?”

“No, not at all. Stay, please.” Putting the flowers to the side, he opened the envelope with care. They were both curious as to what it said, and who had sent it.

* * *

My dearest Vincent,

You don’t know me, and that was not your choice. Unfortunately, it also wasn’t mine. When I found out about you, it was two Halloweens ago and purely by chance, though you never saw me at all then. The shock of seeing you after so, so many years was just that. Though a shock and a surprise, it was a pleasant one.

Halloween is my favorite time of year, so magical and full of wonder. I was out then, briefly, enjoying the sights when I spotted you. You and your lovely lady, who I came to know later as Catherine. How I know, I will try to explain later if there’s time. I’m sorry I could only reach you this way, Vincent, though I wish I could see you now. Maybe…

I want you to know you’ve been with me for many years, if only in spirit. I have never and will never forget you. How do you forget a life gone, a piece that you can’t ever replace, only remember? I’m sorry if I’m rambling a bit, but now time is short, and I’m writing to explain my unintended absence and my desperate need to reach you! To ask you for forgiveness and understanding as I try to explain as best as I can.

I was seventeen when I had to leave an abusive home. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one, surely, but anyway, I was brought to a large and beautiful home with two other girls about my age. There was a woman who ran the home for lost girls who seemed nice and kind. She said she was a doctor, as was her husband. They were well off and medical experts, she said. She was in pediatrics, and her husband in medical sciences and research. It sounded fascinating and quite exciting to three teenage girls. They explained that they were looking for healthy young ladies who would be willing to become surrogates for childless couples unable to conceive by normal means. If we agreed, we would be well compensated and be able to start our lives over afterwards.

We would get medical care before, during, and after, and our meds would be provided, as well. In turn, the couples would get their babies as promised.

The girls with me, their names were Cassie and Hope. The thought of living on the street again was not what any of us wanted, so we agreed. The stipulation was that we were to stay at the house and tell no one, though who would we tell anyway? The second stipulation was that there wasn’t any sex. It would be in vitro fertilization. If we carried to term, we would be compensated. Everything seemed fine at first. We each got artificially inseminated and waited the allotted time, each done three weeks apart. 

There were medical tests and checkups and shots we were told were vitamins. This was all done on site. The only outdoor time we had, which was almost every day, weather permitting, was on the grounds of the home. We had a lovely outdoor area that had gorgeous flowers of every kind imaginable, hence the flowers I sent you. They became my passion years later.

The pregnancy started well enough, but then things went from normal to strange to bad. Hope had her baby in her seventh month. She had complications and died three days later, but not before she told me they took her baby, and he wasn’t meant for an infertile couple as we were told. When they took him from her, she saw him only briefly. She overheard them talking, saying the experiment failed with this one, but they still had two more viable subjects left.

We were lied to, Vincent!

Cassie had her baby a week later. They didn’t let her see the baby, saying it had been given to a couple, which we knew was untrue. She packed up her things, never to be seen again. I was terrified, wanting to leave. I didn’t care. I was eight months pregnant, and I wanted to protect you from them, but the doors were locked. It had become my prison for another month. Due to the stress and fear of everything, I delivered a boy a month early…

* * *

With shock and stricken disbelief, they looked from the letter to each other and back to the letter. Unable to speak, they stared unseeing at the paper in front of them. Vincent opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Looking at the letter again, he could only read on, trying to make sense of what he was reading.

* * *

I know you’ve tried to understand what you are reading, Vincent. Believe me, I understand, even as I write this to you. It’s all true, and I’ve held this in for over thirty years, thinking you dead! 

After I gave birth to you, they took you from me. I saw you, so tiny, so quiet. I wanted to hold you for dear life. I wanted to run away with you. I didn’t care where. I loved you so much, before and after I saw you. You were so beautiful, Vincent; you didn’t cry at all, you were so quiet. 

They were very pleased at first until they thought you were dead. The doctor claimed he couldn’t find a heartbeat, but I knew you were alive. A mother knows these things. We were connected. I screamed to give you back to me, but they only laughed at me when I cried. 

Before they left with you, they told me to get dressed. I grabbed slowly and painfully what little I had as they drove away. They were gone, leaving me as I was before, homeless, penniless, and childless. What they failed to tell me was that the injections they gave us were going to leave us unable to have children. I was devastated. I birthed you a few hours before and wanted you back so desperately! I felt raw, empty, and sliced open!

You were the most precious part of me. My heart died when they took you from me, uncaring! My arms ached to hold you! My breasts ached to nurse you! My womb felt as though you were still inside me, and I wished it were true, but no! Fate had other plans, as I see it had for you, my beautiful son. I wasn’t to die, losing you then. God had things planned out for us both.

Someone found you and raised you to adulthood to be an amazing man – yes, man, my son that I always wished for. Well-loved and appreciated.

I, too, was found and saved by a wonderful woman who loved me, took me in, and made me hers. Marisol, an angel from Heaven, who saw me for who I was, and my potential. I, too, found love, in time, with an amazing man who had a beautiful little girl…Callie! I felt unworthy of that love, but we married and Callie became my step daughter. As I said, I would never again have any more children after I had you. Callie became mine at the age of two. I love her dearly, but she couldn’t fill my heart fully. You were still gone and apart from me. 

I bless the day I found you again, my son. I bless the day you were found and saved, I also bless the day you found love with your beautiful Catherine, whose heart is as pure as the finest gold, made pure by trials and fire. I bless the day your child comes into the world, born into an amazing, strong, and loving family, though I cannot be there to see it.

Remember, Vincent, my treasure, my son, I will always love you, forever and always. Tell Catherine I said a heartfelt thank you. I’m sorry I had to do it this way. I wanted you to know, yet protect you and your secret world.

My son, I pray that one day I see you again, even if it is in Heaven. I know, dear, it’s a lot to take in now, and you are overwhelmed, I’m sure of that. I pray in time you’ll understand and maybe…just maybe…we will meet… if time allows…God willing.

As Dylan Thomas once said, “Death Shall Have No Dominion.”

                                  I love you always and forever,

                                          Your Mother’s Heart

                                                … Hanna …

* * *

Vincent and Catherine sat staring at the letter, digesting what had been read.

With tears in his eyes, Vincent didn’t know what to think. His thoughts swirled around, trying to make sense of what Hanna had written. His parentage was always in question. Now…this possibility of potentially knowing…could this be true? Should they trust the letter in front of them? Trust her, a woman claiming to be his mother!? He looked at Catherine.

She could say nothing. Her emotions were of shock, disbelief, and hope all at once.

He felt the same emotions. Hope and wonder filled him. “My…mother? My…mother…” He tasted the word in his mouth, listening to the sound of it.

Catherine finally got her voice. “What…do you want to do, Vincent?” she asked, not sure of his answer at that moment.

“I need to know, Catherine! I need to know the truth!” he said, coming out of a mental fog. “I need to…see her. My…mother!”

“I’ll arrange it, but it’s the where and when, Vincent,” she said with nervous excitement.

Vincent thought for a few moments. “Father said there is a tunnel access from the flower shop. It’s a mile or so; I can go that way. It’s too long and on uneven ground for you in your condition. You’ll have to meet me there through the shop’s basement entrance. Hanna will have to agree, of course.”

“I can arrange things with Hanna and Callie tomorrow after work. I can let you know when I get home after that. Will that work, Love?”

“Yes, it will,” he said nervously. “I’ll wait to hear from you.”

“Do you want to say anything to Father about this?”

“No, not yet. I wish to speak to her first. I don’t want to rush things with Father.”

* * *

The next day, Catherine went to work as usual, thankful it was Friday and almost the weekend. The day was uneventful and slow. At two pm, she decided to close early. After closing her office, she went to the Faery Tale Flower Shop.

Callie looked up when she walked in with a smile.

“Hello, Callie, are you busy?” Catherine asked.

“No, it’s slowed down. Can I help you, Catherine?”

“Actually, yes,” she replied calmly. “I’d like to see your mother, please.”

“I see,” she said, knowing why. “I’ll take you up. Let me lock the store temporarily.” Once done, she walked Catherine up to the store’s apartment.

“Mom, you have a visitor.”

“Who is it, Callie?”

“It’s Catherine Wells.”

“Come in, Catherine,” Hanna said.

Callie left them alone to talk as she finished the next hour and a half in the store.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Wells,” Hanna said, coughing.

“Likewise. Are you all right, Mrs…?”

“Hanna, please!”

“Hanna.”

“I know why you’re here, dear. Vincent has read the letter. He wants and needs to know the truth, isn’t that so?”

“Yes, he does. He also wants me to arrange a visit with you, if agreeable.” Hanna had a look of surprise at hearing this news. “Is everything all right?” Catherine asked, seeing her face flushed and her eyes wide.

“Yes, yes! I just never thought…I never thought I would see him again.”

“I’m here to arrange things. Obviously, there is the access situation and the secrecy and when to come,” replied Catherine.

“I understand. Callie knows and has sworn to secrecy. She has seen you, of course, and Vincent on Halloween. As you probably guessed, she was the one in the faery costume who paid the driver.”

“I thought so,” said Catherine. “Now…it’s the weekend, so we thought we would like to come tomorrow, if you are okay with that.”

“I’m okay with that, dear,” Hanna said.

“What time is good for you tomorrow, Hanna?”

“How about seven pm? Will that work for both of you?” she asked, hopeful. “It would be safer for him then.”

“Yes, seven pm is fine. I’ll come through the back entrance, and Vincent will be coming through the basement’s Tunnel entrance, if you don’t mind me letting him in.”

“That would be just fine, dear. Thank you so much.”

“Tomorrow, then. Good night for now.”

Catherine left through the store’s entrance and Callie locked up for the evening.

Hanna and Callie couldn’t wait until the next day.

Catherine let Vincent know that they were set for tomorrow evening, and she would be letting him in through the basement entrance.

* * *

Vincent slept restlessly and for only a few hours. Catherine was restless, as well, with nervous excitement for him. She wanted to help him through this strange and wonderful journey.

The next morning, they went to breakfast with Father, Mary, and little Jacob. They asked Mary to have Jacob stay with the other children for the evening; they would be gone after dinner. They explained it to Father as best they could, leaving him gobsmacked. Then they kissed him goodbye and left.

That evening, Vincent gave Catherine thirty minutes to get to the flower shop while he made his way there through the one-and-a-half mile access tunnel to the basement entrance of the shop.

Callie let Catherine in when she arrived and told her that Hanna was waiting in the living room.

“Good evening, Callie. How is your mother doing?”

“She’s okay, just nervous about the visit with Vincent.”

“I’m sure she is. Vincent is, too, as am I.”

They entered the living room.

“Hello, Hanna. I hear you are as nervous as the rest of us this evening,” she said, smiling.

“Yes, I am, honestly. I never thought to see this day, and I’m not sure how he’ll react when he sees me,” replied Hanna.

“Vincent is a very loving and compassionate man who feels everything deeply. You need not worry. He wants to get to know you, too. Now… let me go to the basement and let him in, all right?”

“Would you like me to show you where it is?” asked Callie.

“No, thank you. That won’t be necessary. I can find it through our Bond,” responded Catherine.

Callie and Hanna looked at her curiously, then at each other.

“We’ll explain later,” she said as she left for the basement.

Two minutes later, she and Vincent were at the threshold of the living room, Vincent still fully cloaked, his face shadowed, and his gloves on his hands.

Catherine nodded to him and walked in first. He took a hesitant step and stopped momentarily.

Hanna smiled warmly and replied calmly, “Please come in, Vincent, you are quite safe here.” Callie smiled encouragingly as well, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

Catherine gently took his gloved hand as he slowly walked into the room.

Callie, knowing what he looked like, offered to leave them alone to get acquainted. “I’ll make some tea and be right back.”

“Thank you, dear,” Hanna said, as Callie left the room. “I know this is very awkward for all of us, so I’ll start first, if you don’t mind. My name is Hanna Snow, age fifty-two, and I’m your mother, Vincent. Callie is my step-daughter,” she said, trying to break the ice between them. “Please sit down.”

Catherine sat in the chair next to Hanna, leaving a spot on the sofa for Vincent to sit right beside his mother, and waited patiently.

He slowly removed his hood, revealing his face, then took off the cloak completely. He was unsure how she would react, so he wanted to go slowly and not frighten her. He knew she hadn’t seen him in over two years, and over thirty before that. “I’m Vincent Wells, your…son,” he said.

“Welcome, my son. It’s a great pleasure to finally meet you.” Hanna reached for his hand, noticing he still had his gloves on.

Looking at them in surprise, he took them off gradually so as not to scare her. But she wasn’t frightened, instead grabbing his hands in hers, something that surprised both Vincent and Catherine. She kissed them tenderly, bringing tears of joy to her eyes and a smile to Catherine’s face. After the initial shock, Vincent couldn’t help but smile as well.

At that moment, Callie walked in with the tea and cookies. She had purposely waited for the right moment. Hanna knowingly only smiled.

“Hello, Vincent, nice to meet you again. Did you enjoy your ride home?” asked Callie with a grin.

They stared at her, then Hanna, who smiled cheekily at them.

“You were the faery on Halloween!” Vincent replied, amazed.

“Mmm, I was. I’ll leave you to continue talking. I’ll be back later.” And she was gone again.

“So, my boy, you’ve read my letter. Is there anything you want to ask me that wasn’t in the letter?”

Thinking a moment or two, he asked, “Do you know who these doctors were? I know it’s been years, but…anything you can remember…”

“They were a man and woman. I believe they were husband and wife, possibly colleagues in the medical field. She said she was a pediatrician and he was in medical sciences and research, genetic gene splicing or some such. I’m not sure anymore.”

Vincent and Catherine looked at each other questioningly.

Hanna, sensing something between them, asked, “What is it, son? What are you thinking?”

“This doctor and his wife…do you remember what they looked like?”

After thinking back, she said, “The woman was about 5′ 7” tall, blonde and, I’d say, mid-thirties. The man was 6” tall, with dark brown, or I’d say black hair would be more accurate. He was also in his mid-thirties. She seemed kind and nice enough, but aloof. The man made me feel uncomfortable. He was cold. His eyes were dark and lifeless. Why?”

A chill went down his spine and Catherine felt it, as well. “Vincent, you don’t think..you don’t think it was…Paracelsus, do you?! Oh, God!”

“From the description, it’s definitely possible, Catherine, and it sounds like Tamara,” Vincent said uneasily, his brow furrowed.

“Who is this Paracelsus you speak of, Vincent? Who is Tamara?”

“They were evil people who hurt a lot of innocent people. Paracelsus was a scientist, an alchemist. His real name was John Pater. He’s dead now and won’t hurt anyone anymore,” Vincent said, thinking back to another sad time.

Catherine took his hand to comfort him, sensing his mood.

“And the woman, what of her?” Hanna asked cautiously.

“Gone,” was all he said, a bit abruptly.

Hanna waved her hands dismissively. “Enough about them,” she said, trying to change the subject to something happier. “Tell me about you, my son. Tell me how you’ve lived and survived and how you met this lovely lady?”

Vincent began to explain how he was found and where, saying he got his name because of St. Vincent’s Hospital. “Anna found me and saved me. She was Paracelsus’ wife. She brought me to the man who adopted and raised me. I am loved by the Tunnel community. I have family and friends there.”

Hanna listened with rapt attention, taking it all in. He explained about the Tunnels, the people who lived there, and the need for secrecy.

“And your beautiful Catherine, how did you two meet?”

He turned to Catherine and let her explain.

“I was attacked and left for dead in Central Park. Vincent found me, and the man who became Vincent’s father saved me. Jacob Wells is a doctor in the Tunnel community. Everyone calls him Father,” she finished.

“May I…may I call you Mother?” he asked hesitantly.

“I would like that very much, son. I see you are expecting a child – how marvelous! Is it your first child?”

“No, this is our second child, Hanna,” responded Catherine, her hand lovingly on her abdomen.

“We have a son.  His name is Jacob, named after the Tunnel patriarch, my father. He’s two years old now.”

“Oh my, how wonderful!” Hanna replied, then coughed suddenly. The excitement was becoming too much for her.

Callie arrived with her medication and water. Vincent quickly and carefully picked Hanna up to get her to her bedroom, with Catherine following.

“Her bedroom is right in here,” she said, and he placed his mother on the bed. He put the glass to her lips after she took her pills.

As soon as he moved from the bedside, Hanna grabbed his hand. “Please, don’t go, son.”

He sat back down on the bed and gently stroked her forehead. “You need to rest, Mother.” The word was still so new to his ears.

“I’m fine, just that I’ve spent my whole life thinking you were dead. I’m afraid if I close my eyes, you’ll vanish into the wind.”

“You needn’t worry. We will see each other again, I promise,” he said with a smile. “I’ll come back very soon.”

Catherine knew what he wanted, but there would have to be certain arrangements made, and there was the Council’s approval to be requested.

Catherine hugged Callie before saying goodbye. “Callie, you are family, too, remember that.” Turning to Vincent, she said, “I’ll wait for you, Love.” Walking over to Hanna, she gave her a gentle hug and kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, Hanna. Thank you both.”

Callie and Catherine left and waited for Vincent in the living room.

Taking Hanna’s hands gently and kissing her cheek, he said, “I’m so grateful you had the courage to write to me. You have blessed me with grace and the loving gift of a real mother. I’m sorry we missed so much, but I hope to share the time we have now. You have suffered so much, yet you have such a gentle spirit. Thank you, Mother,” he said with tears in his eyes.

Hanna caressed his cheek, smiling even as her own tears threatened to fall. She hadn’t felt happier in a long time. “Thank you, my beautiful son. See you very soon. I love you very much.”

Before Vincent turned to leave, he gave her one more smile.

Vincent was full to bursting, and Catherine felt it, too, with tears of joy, as they left for home.

* * *

The next morning, Vincent spoke with Father and Mary. Catherine helped with some of the information as well, going into as much detail as possible about the last month – about the flowers, which Father knew about, and then the letter.

Father was nothing if not surprised and stunned at the information. He was amazingly supportive, if not intrigued by Hanna, despite finding out she was Vincent’s biological mother.

Vincent wanted her to come to the Tunnels, but knew the rules. Father agreed to hold a Council meeting on the issue, at which Catherine and Vincent would be in attendance.

After everything was explained to the Council by Vincent, they gave their unanimous assent. Hanna and Callie could come Below to visit and get acquainted with the Tunnel community and celebrate the occasion. Catherine agreed to get a message to them immediately, calling from the brownstone.

Callie answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, Callie. It’s Cathy. Is your mother available to talk?”

“Yes, she is. Mom, it’s Cathy Wells. She wants to speak with you.”

“Okay, dear! Hello, Catherine.”

“I’m calling to let you know, and Callie knows already, that we spoke to Father and the Council. They have agreed to have you come Below to where we live. Marisol may have mentioned it to you, when she sent flowers every month.”

“Yes, she did. We want to continue to do that, and Callie has agreed to do so in my absence.” There was a moment of silence, then Hanna continued, “When would you like to do that, Catherine, so Callie and I can prepare?”

“How about Friday? You can spend the weekend. You two can stay at our brownstone if you’d like. There’s plenty of room. I’ll pick you up in my car. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful, dear, we’ll be ready for you.”

“I’ll see you at four pm on Friday then. Goodbye for now.”

“Goodbye, Catherine.”

The week went surprisingly fast, and soon it was Friday again. Catherine picked them up, and when they arrived, Vincent met them as they walked in.

“Good afternoon, Callie, good afternoon, Mother. I’m glad to see you both again. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, son. A little excited and nervous about meeting your father and everyone for the first time.”

“You have a lovely home,” said Callie, looking around.

“Thank you, Callie. It’s very nice, but we spend most of our time Below. We come here when we want some private time,” Catherine replied shyly, looking at Vincent, who grinned mischievously.

Hanna caught the sentiment but feigned ignorance; she only grinned to herself. “Thank you for offering us your home, dear. But would you mind, if it’s not any trouble, if Callie and I stayed in your world?” asked Hanna. “I would love to see it and the people you’ve lived with all your life.”

“That would be just fine, if you wish. We will be in time for dinner, and they know you are coming. You can meet some of them then. How about you, Callie?”

“Definitely! Count me in!” she replied enthusiastically.

They went to the basement and through the tunnel entrance. Picking up a rock, Vincent tapped a message and then they walked on. Another tapping sound acknowledged theirs.

“What did you say to them?” asked Callie curiously.

“I let them know we will be bringing two guests to stay the night,” responded Vincent.

“And the other message?” asked Hanna.

“It’s a welcome home, and dinner is served,” he said, smiling warmly.

“Sounds like Morse Code,” said Callie.

“It’s a modified version and much shorter than Morse Code.”

* * *

Dinner was amazing to Hanna and Callie. William had prepared stuffed chicken breasts and steamed vegetables with roasted potatoes. There were cream puffs for dessert, coffee, and tea.

Hanna was surprised with everything, despite its simplicity. They were both amazed at how things ran down in the tunnels, and how the people greeted them warmly and with love. She was very happy that Vincent’s life was a happy one, despite some hardships they all had to overcome.

After dinner, Father invited them to his study for tea and some adult conversation. He briefly whispered into Mary’s ear to bring little Jacob for a short visit, wanting to surprise them.

Hanna enjoyed her grandson, and Jacob seemed to love and accept her easily, despite having never met her before. Even at a young age, Jacob’s keen senses told him she was special. He liked Callie, as well. After a little a while, Jacob left with Mary and Callie for the nursery. She wanted a little tour, leaving the four of them to talk.

“You are welcome here, Hanna. You both are. Vincent has told me some of what you went through, and I’m truly sorry,” Father said, in all sincerity.

“Thank you, Father,” replied Hanna, knowing that they referred to him that way.

Smiling, Father responded, “Please, call me Jacob. You are Vincent’s mother, after all.”

“All right, Jacob.”

The visit went very well, and the community accepted them.

Hanna and Callie became regular visitors on days Hanna was well enough to come. When she wasn’t, Vincent and Catherine came to her, bringing little Jacob with them when possible.

Hanna and Callie were invited to Winterfest. Vincent had Catherine bring them their candles. It was magical for them all. It was Vincent’s first Winterfest with both of his parents. He now had his entire family there as one.

* * *

A couple of weeks later, Hanna’s health became worse. She asked Callie to message Vincent because she wanted to go Below.

Callie went to the basement and tapped a message to Vincent. He had taught her the code if she needed to contact him, or whenever they wished. Mom is ill, please come. She waited two minutes, then tapped again. Vincent, please come.

Vincent was on his way by the first message. By the second message, she saw him running toward her.

Vincent went to their mother’s bedroom and found her with her eyes closed. “Mother!” he said softly, not wanting to startle her.

“Take me Below, son. Please! Take me home!”

Looking at Callie, he saw her nodding at him, understanding without words.

He cradled his mother in his arms. She was so light. They made their way to the basement. Callie tapped a message, and then they all went to the community hub, and then to his chamber.

Catherine and Father would be waiting. They all knew Hanna had been ill for some time, and there would be no intervention, only comfort and love.

Arriving at his chamber, he placed her on his bed, caressing her cheek. Catherine and Father stood by, as well as Mary, who would help with whatever was necessary. They already knew there was nothing to do but wait.

Catherine felt for her husband, knowing how his mother’s loss affected her herself. All she could do was be there for him.

“Call me, son,” said Father, “and I’ll come back.” It was going to be a rough road for his son, having found his mother now, only to lose her again so soon.

“Thank you, Father.” He could say no more than that.

Callie sat in the chair next to the bed. She had known this was coming for some time now. It was a miracle Hanna had lasted this long. Her determination to find her son after finding out he was alive had been her driving force; she had wanted to reconnect with him. Now that that was done, her body was tired, and she wanted to be with him one last time. And Callie understood, truly. But what of Vincent? she thought.

“Vincent, my son,” Hanna said softly, “I’m sorry. I just needed to be with you.”

“I understand, Mother, don’t concern yourself. I’m glad to have you here with me.”

“Thank you, dear. Where is our Catherine?”

“I’m here, Hanna.”

“Please, call me Mother, dear, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, Mother,” she replied, smiling warmly at her and taking her hand gently.

“I’m sorry I won’t be here for the new baby, but I will be watching over you both. I’ll be watching over all of you. I will love you forever and always.”

“We will love you, too, always.”

“Remember…Death Shall Have No Dominion…”

A few hours later, they gathered around the Mirror Pool for the memorial for Vincent’s mother. Each person said their goodbye – Callie, Catherine, Father, and Mary. Vincent said his goodbyes last, placing his letter into the fire along with the others.

“Thank you, Mother, for finding me again. God had His plans set well ahead.”

As the fire burned silently, little Jacob pointed excitedly to the other side of the fire’s glow. Shocking everyone, he said, “Look, Daddy! Gamma!”  His persistence made everyone look.

There, just beyond the glow, stood Hanna with a smile and a wave. As she began to slowly disappear, to the shock of all there, the only thing left were flowers… a bouquet of pink carnations, red roses, baby’s breath, and one single lit candle.

Were they real? Yes! But how, no one knew. They only knew…Love Never Dies…

 * * *

On February fourteenth, Catherine gave birth to a little girl. She and Vincent decided to name her Hanna Caroline Wells. They knew Hanna was watching in Heaven with joy…

A Mother’s Love Never Dies...

White gardenia…red and white roses…hyacinth…baby’s breath…pink carnation.