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explain what was between her and William? They barely knew each other really, but the flame between them was so hot that it was not to be ignored and they had both surrendered to it. The rest of the world had ceased to matter and she felt as if she were walking around in a delicious dream which was why she was sitting in his brother’s house at that moment without regard for her own safety. “What time is it? I really should go, no one knows where I am, I left my office just to grab a cup of coffee….”
    “My brother is exceptional and he’s the lucky one, it’s been that way for as long as I can remember. He escaped… but that was lucky for me as well, I wouldn’t be alive if William hadn’t gotten away….” Walden said and as he turned to face Allie full-on his sparkling eyes clouded over for and instant and he smiled a brave yet haunted smile.
    Allie felt as if she’d been allowed a glimpse into the dark recesses of Walden’s soul and it wasn’t a frightening place, it was just heartbreakingly sad.
    “I’m a good listener if you want to talk about it, Walden,” Allie said, slipping off her shoes and curling her feet under her body as she sat on the plush sofa. She felt comfortable in that room with the brother of her lover and she wanted very much to hear his story, she needed to know what had happened so long ago.
    “Yeah, it’s not a pretty story by any means,” he said, running his fingers through his tosseled hair, a deep frown furrowing his brow. He leaned forward with his tanned forearms resting on muscled thighs and his biceps strained the sleeves of his black T-shirt. “But here goes— I don’t think my mother was ever a good person, she sure wasn’t a good parent and she didn’t have ties to any family or friends of her own. She could be vicious and she had a mean streak a mile wide, everyone knew that about her. I guess my father married her because she got pregnant, the age old story, you know. It’s anyone’s guess as to why she decided to extort money from her own husband, she probably grew up dirt-poor under who knows what kind of circumstances. Maybe it was because my father couldn’t get over losing Liza, but I think my mother’s brain was just wired wrong. So, it turned out she had this lowlife boyfriend who lived down on the Bayou Lafourche and together they came up with a scheme to take me and William and demand a huge amount of money for our return. They made it look like my mother was kidnapped too and they took us by boat to this broken down shack deep in the backwoods on the bayou… And while the boyfriend was busy duct-taping me and my mother so he could take pictures to send with the ransom note, William ran away. My brother was seven and I was six and my mother and her boyfriend… they tortured me with a… a razor… to make me scream so that William would hear and come back. Anyway, I don’t remember how long I was there tied to this filthy metal cot…. William made it through the swamps and the cypress groves and man, there were ‘gators in that green water and snakes and he was just a kid. He made it though, he found his way to a cabin and this ninety year old Cajun took him into town in a homemade pirogue. Twenty years ago folks down there on the Bayou Lafourche didn’t have telephones or much of anything except for a pirogue, a pot to boil brackish water and a crawfish trap. Well, I recall hearing the police sirens wailing from faraway and dogs barking, that shack was so deep in the woods there wasn’t even a road to get to it. My mother’s boyfriend knew it was all over then so he gave my mother a ‘hot dose’ and she was screaming for him to kill me too. It killed her and he just swiped that razor across my chest one more time and then he ran off into the swamps. They found pieces of him later, the gators got him, most likely, or maybe he ran into some real hard-ass Cajuns and they cut him up for fish bait, it doesn’t matter. He got what was coming