And there was the voice of someone who’d been on the receiving end of such treatment.
I wanted to like Lena. Back at her place, this Sunday, I had. She’d invited me to her kitchen, and together, we’d cooked. Though she’d put me on edge with this discussion, could I blame her? She wanted the best for a man she considered to be her sixth son. Wouldn’t I do the same to protect my child? Yeah, I damn well would.
Still, I needed to know. “Will you say anything to him about my knowing his mom?”
She smiled at me. “No. You passed my test, so that’s the end of it as far as I’m concerned.”
I’d never know what Fiona had or hadn’t done. I’d never know how much she’d known about Finn’s suffering. A part of me couldn’t reconcile this knowledge with the woman I knew, but Lena wasn’t bullshitting me. And I’d heard Finn’s nightmares for myself. I’d thought they were centered around the crap he’d had to do as a Pointer, but now that I knew this? It was an insight into the man I was going to marry.
Having loved Fiona, it hurt me to think she’d been aware of what her husband had done to Finn and hadn’t stopped him, but there was nothing I could do to change what was done to him in the past.
I couldn’t take his pain away, nor could I make things better.
But, IwasFinn’s future, and I fully intended on making a brighter path for us both, one that would enable him to let go of the past and hopefully drag him from the shadows and toward the light.