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Hey, everybody!

I'd like to thank Nettie for the background on Felicia's alcoholism and reading my first draft of the part of this chapter that deals with that, and Suzanne for the clips she posted about Lorna's rape. Any errors in this chapter are purely mine. Also, I have no idea if Cindy had anything to do with Gabe's death, but I wrote it that she did just so she wouldn't be on the canvas, because Grant's off in prison, so Cindy doesn't need to be around torturing anyone. This part is a long one, and it's all about Lucas finding out about what happened to his family while he was gone, and I set up what's coming up in the next part of "Reclaiming Forever" at the end of this part. I hope you like it.

Amy

"Reclaiming Forever," Part 8

Lorna swallowed hard. "I don't really know where to start," she said. "I mean, do I go in order of what happened, or do I start with the...well, I don't want to say 'easy' because none of it was easy, but some things were...They were all difficult situations, and they all did affect all of us, but certain things that happened affected one or two of us a lot more directly than the others in the family. Or do I just start with me and get all of that out of the way, and then tell you about Mom, and about Jenna and Dean? I really don't know what to do here," she confessed, wiping her suddenly sweaty palms on her tan linen slacks.

Lucas reached out and took Lorna's damp hands in his own. "You start wherever you want to start, and you take your time," he said.

Lorna had never been a crier, but now she felt tears pricking at her eyelids. "I don't want to be the one to tell you all of this, Daddy," she admitted in a whisper, and Lucas was stung by the sight of tears in her eyes, but he was even more stung by her next words, also spoken in whispered tones. "Because it's going to break your heart, I know it is, because Mom always said I have your heart...and you even said that inside I'm like you...and when all of these things happened, they broke my heart. And I never want to break your heart, Daddy." She took another deep breath and shakily exhaled, pulling one hand from her father's grasp, and spoke again at a normal volume. "But I know I have to do this. Because you're right. You need to know. I'm just...I'm sorry I'm the one that has to tell you." She used her free hand to swipe at the tears in her eyes.

Lucas fought to keep his own emotions under control. His mind was racing with all of the horrible possibilities of what might have befallen his girls when he wasn't there to keep them safe, and he feared hearing what Lorna had to say, but he had to hear her say it.

"Start where I want to," she said, looking at Lucas questioningly. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and she squeezed his hand in reply before speaking again. "Um, okay. Ah, I guess...I guess I'll start with Jenna and Dean."

"They broke up for a while. Dean cheated on her. Her stalker kept coming after her. Or there was another one!" Lucas blurted.

"No, no, no!" Lorna said hastily. "None of the above. They nailed her stalker, it was some creepy kid from one of her classes, and she never had another stalker. She and Dean never broke up, and Dean would never cheat on Jenna. She's it for him, and he's it for her. It's always been that way."

"They were going to get married before I..." Lucas said. "But I saw the picture and the article in Rolling Stone. They didn't get married until 1994."

"That first holiday season without you, it was just too hard," Lorna replied. "Dean didn't want their wedding to be overshadowed by the grief that Jenna...that all of us...felt after losing you. Jenna wasn't too happy with him at first, but he turned out to be right. And when they did get married, at Christmas 1994, it was everything they both wanted. It was a celebration, with family and close friends only, and Jenna had the dress with the 50-foot train that she always wanted."

"50-foot train?" Lucas asked.

"I was the maid of honor. Who do you think had to unfurl that stupid 50-foot-train before Mom walked Jenna down the aisle? I hated that thing!" Lorna exclaimed. She ducked her head slightly, but Lucas just laughed, because this was so like Lorna and Jenna, only with a lot less venom than he recalled. Lorna managed a laugh too, and then said, "But Jenna loved it, and she took Dean's breath away when he saw her. That's all that mattered. It was perfect...well, except for you not being there."

"Okay, enough stalling," Lucas said. "Tell me what happened to Jenna and Dean."

Lorna squeezed Lucas's hand to give herself courage. "Well, a few months after we lost you, they moved in together. I was shocked--Jenna the Convent Queen shacking up with her boyfriend even though the boyfriend was Dean." Lucas looked shocked at this too. "I see it surprises you too. But they weren't just playing house. They were very much committed to each other. So committed, in fact, that they started a family."

Lucas's shocked face turned to a frown. "But I've met little Lucas. He's only two." Then he realized what Lorna was saying. "Jenna had a miscarriage."

"Ah, not exactly," Lorna said. "It was early in 1993. The baby was an unexpected surprise, but Dean and Jenna both really wanted that kid. I was even looking forward to being an aunt. But there was a problem...." She trailed off.

"What happened?" Lucas asked urgently, gripping her hands so tightly that Lorna could feel her fingers starting to cramp.

"Jenna and Mom had gone to Matthew Cory's cabin," Lorna began, "and I'll explain why later, but while they were there, Jenna started having pains. It was way too early. Mom was in no condition to drive Jenna to the hospital, and by the time the ambulance got them there, and Dean got there, and me, and Cass and Frankie, Jenna was in surgery. The pregnancy was ectopic."

"Ectopic?" Lucas asked. "I--I don't know what that means."

"The baby wasn't growing in the uterus where it was supposed to," Lorna explained. "It was growing somewhere else, in one of Jenna's fallopian tubes. She never would have been able to carry the baby to term. They had to operate in order to save Jenna's life, and they did...but because it was an ectopic pregnancy, the baby didn't make it. We never even knew if it was a boy or a girl."

Lucas's eyes shone with tears. "One of my daughters lost a baby, and I wasn't here," he said softly. He dropped his head into his hands. Lorna leaned closer, wrapping her arm around her father's shoulders and touching her forehead to his temple. "She and Dean must have been so devastated," he said, his voice breaking.

"They were. We all were," Lorna said, her own voice choked. She remembered that horrible night all too well...remembered Dean's tears and Jenna's sobs, the grim explanations from John Hudson and Kelsey Harrison, Cass and Frankie reliving their own miscarriage but trying so hard to stay strong for Dean, and Lorna's own anger at God, and at Felicia. "And we mourned, and we grieved, especially Jenna and Dean. But they left for Dean to go on tour several months later. Jenna came back for a couple of months that fall, and then she left with Dean on Christmas Eve. They spent the next year going all over the world, and then they came home here to Bay City at Christmas '94 to get married. And none of us knew it at the time, but Jenna was seven weeks' pregnant with Lucas at the wedding. She and Dean were terrified when they first found out. But they didn't stay that way for long. And we were all so happy about the baby. After Jenna's baby shower, she got me alone at Mom's, where we had it, and she asked me if I'd be okay with her and Dean naming the baby for you if it was a boy. They decided to be surprised, so none of knew he was a he until he got here. At that point, I didn't think I'd ever have kids, much less get married, so I told her to go for it. And Lucas Winthrop Frame was born on July 8, 1995 at Bay City General. Seven pounds, 10 ounces, 20 inches long, dark hair of course, and Dean's brown eyes. And he's an amazing kid. We all love him so much. And we've all told him about you, especially Mom. And now he gets to know you for real! So see? There was tragedy and sadness, but it ended up okay. That's how it went for all of us, Daddy. You saw Jenna and Dean and little Lucas at my wedding. They're a happy little family. They have a house on the outskirts of Bay City. Dean has his own recording studio. He doesn't really tour much anymore, but he still writes and sings his own music, and he's even started producing albums for other artists. Jenna has a column in the Bay City Herald. Lucas loves music and fire trucks and ice cream and going to the park and his family, and he can already write his name and count to 50. So it's all good now."

Lucas lifted his head from his hands, his eyes still moist. "Why couldn't Fanny drive Jenna to the hospital?"

"What?" Lorna asked, stalling again.

"You said that Fanny and Jenna were at Matthew Cory's cabin when Jenna started having pains, but Fanny couldn't drive Jenna to the hospital. Why not?" Lucas persisted.

Lorna looked away from Lucas then. "Mom had a lot of problems after we lost you, Daddy," she began. "A lot of problems that none of us could help her with. We tried, we all tried...me, Jenna, Cass, Rachel Cory, but it just..." She trailed off, still staring at the floor, knowing she couldn't look her father in the eye when she told him what had happened with Felicia. "She needed something to dull the pain. So she started drinking."

Lucas turned white. "Oh my god," he breathed.

"Mom became an alcoholic," Lorna said. Father and daughter were both silent for a long moment before Lorna turned and looked at Lucas, whose complexion was pale and whose face registered pure anguish. As hard as it was for her to look her father in the eye, she had to for the rest of this part, so she began talking again. "I wasn't able to keep my promise to you, Daddy, about never fighting with Mom again. I fought like hell trying to pull her out of that damn vodka bottle. Cass and Rachel fought with me. Jenna refused at first to see that there was a problem, even though there so obviously was. That's why they were at the cabin in the first place. I had staged an intervention, along with Cass and Rachel. All it did was make Mom angry. Jenna insisted on going away with Mom and talking about her drinking calmly, so they went to the cabin, but before they could really get anywhere in the conversation, Mom was drunk, and Jenna was in real medical trouble."

A lone tear fell from the corner of Lucas's eye and ran in a salty trail down his cheek. "I'm sorry, Daddy," Lorna whispered, feeling the pain roll over her like a wave as she relived those awful months. "I know it hurts. It hurt all of us," she continued quietly. "You know, the first time I actually called her 'Mom,' we were arguing about her drinking? How's that for irony?" She paused and then said, "The one good thing that came out of Dean and Jenna losing their baby was that that was the night Mom finally admitted she was an alcoholic. From there, she went on and got the help she needed. And she's clean and sober today. She takes it one day at a time, and she goes to AA meetings, and you remember at my wedding, when Gary Sinclair told Mom he'd be there for her if she needed him, no matter what? He said that because Mom is his AA sponsor. Gary is one of Joe's officers on the force. You remember him, right? He's engaged to Josie Watts. Mom helped Gary, and he'll be there to help her if she needs him to."

Lucas wiped at his eyes and then looked away from Lorna. "I did this to her," he said brokenly. "I did this to Fanny."

"No, Daddy, you didn't! It wasn't your fault!" Lorna insisted. "Jenna didn't start drinking after you died. I didn't start drinking after you died. And Mom was really clever about it. I mean, when you think about alcoholics, you think about a person who's stumbling through every day, with slurred speech and rumpled clothes and falling down. That's not what Mom was like when she was drunk. Well, almost never. There was that birthday party of mine..." Lorna trailed off, uncertain if she should continue.

"Your birthday party?" Lucas asked bleakly.

"Yeah. Frankie was on trial for a murder at the time," Lorna began.

"Frankie? Frankie Frame? Winthrop? Frankie's no murderer!" Lucas insisted.

"Of course she's not," Lorna said, rubbing Lucas's back, trying to calm him down. "And we all knew that. Unfortunately, I happened to be dating Kevin Anderson at the time. He was prosecuting Frankie. So Mom had, uh, tied one on before arriving at the party, and made a big scene telling Kevin off on Frankie's behalf. And she did this laughing thing when she was sitting at the table with me and Jenna. That's the only time we really saw her stereotypically drunk. It took all of us months to catch on and realize that she really had a serious problem. Once we did, we arranged the intervention, which didn't work. Then Jenna and Dean lost their baby shortly after that, and Mom finally admitted she had a problem and got help."

"I wasn't here for any of that," Lucas said numbly. "And maybe if I had been, Fanny wouldn't have turned to the bottle, and--"

"Daddy, don't do this to yourself!" Lorna ordered sternly. "We can't spend our time on 'what if's and second-guessing the past. It's over and done with, and all we can do now is get on with the present and the future. We survived it, Daddy, because that's who we are.
The three of us became a family while you were gone. Jenna and I became real sisters, and Mom and I became a real mother and daughter. We all mourned you, Daddy, but as painful as it was, as hard it was, we all survived it, because Fanny Grady and Luke Castigliano are survivors, and that was born and bred in me, even though we didn't find each other until I was grown, and Jenna learned it from the two years she had with both of you, and continued to learn it from Mom after Mom got sober. We are strong as individuals, and strong as a family."

Lucas still said nothing, but his look of anguish had turned to a look of shame, and he bowed his head with the weight of that shame. Lorna scooted closer to him and took his hands in hers, holding them tightly, bending her own head so she could look at her father's profile. "Daddy, please, don't blame yourself for Mom's drinking. Cass, Rachel, Jenna, me...we all blamed ourselves at first too. But Mom drank because she wanted to. She drank to try and escape the pain of losing you. And when she finally realized that it wouldn't work, and that it only made things worse, and that it put her at risk for losing the rest of us, she found the strength inside to stop. It wasn't your fault, Daddy. Please believe that."

Lucas took a deep breath and lifted his head from his hands once more to look at Lorna. Despite her assurances, he was blaming himself for Fanny's drinking, and he was alternately angry at himself and devastated at having lost a grandchild and not being there when Jenna and Dean were mourning the loss of their first baby. And Lorna still hadn't told him what had happened to her. Part of Lucas dreaded hearing what had happened to Lorna, and the rest of him feared it; Fanny had become an alcoholic, and Jenna had suffered the loss of a child. Lucas knew firsthand the pain of losing a child. But knowing that Fanny had developed such a serious drinking problem after losing him hurt worse than everything else that had ever hurt him, worse than letting go of Lorna the night she was born, and worse even than walking away from his family five years ago to keep them safe. As much as he was hurting right now, though, Lucas still took a moment to silently thank the God he had become much better acquainted with in the last five years for Dean Frame. Fanny had been right about Dean being a stand-up guy and being there for the family. No wonder Dean had told Lucas off. Everything the family had been through, and by all accounts Dean had been there for all of it, been there for Jenna, for Fanny, even for Lorna. Lucas only respected Dean more for having told him off, even though Dean didn't have the whole story yet about why Lucas chose to leave. Had he been in Dean's shoes, Lucas couldn't promise that he wouldn't have followed up the verbal telling-off with a punch in the mouth.

With one more fortifying deep breath, Lucas wiped at his eyes, then took Lorna's hands in his, turned to face her, and quietly said, "Well, I know now what happened to Fanny, and to Jenna," he said. "What happened to you, Lorna?"

"I survived it," Lorna reminded him. "All of it."

"Survived what?" Lucas asked gently.

Lorna couldn't hold her father's gaze, and she looked down at her lap. "This is so hard," she murmured. "Not that it was easy telling you about Mom, and about Jenna, but I'm just...I'm afraid that you're going to see me differently when you know, at least when you know the first thing."

Lucas gently hooked a finger under Lorna's chin and tilted her face up so she had to look at him. "Nothing and no one will change the way I see you, or how much I love you, Lorna," he said. "You take as much time as you need to tell me, but please, I need to know about you too."

Lorna nodded. But she couldn't look at her father, so she turned her head away and, looking at the floor, she spoke. "I was..." she began. She choked on the words, then began again. "I was raped."

A long silence followed those three words. Lorna finally chanced a look at Lucas. He looked as though he'd been punched in the stomach. The pale complexion and look of shock was back on his face. "Daddy?" Lorna asked fearfully.

Lucas surged to his feet. "I'll kill him," he rasped. "I'll kill the bastard who did this to you! With my bare hands, I'll kill him! How dare he violate my daughter! I'll rip his head off!"

Lorna jumped to her feet too. "Daddy, Daddy, calm down," she pleaded.

"Calm down?" Lucas asked. "Calm down?! My baby girl was..." Then he couldn't continue and he broke down sobbing. Lorna cried too, and she couldn't help herself. She grabbed her father and pulled him into a fierce hug. Father and daughter clung tightly to each other for a few moments as the storm of emotion and tears raged from the two of them. When Lucas's sobs petered out to regular tears, he drew back just enough to frame Lorna's face in his hands. "God, Lorna, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I should have been here. I should have been here for all of you. I should have--"

"Daddy, you couldn't have stopped it. Even if you'd been here, I still would have been raped, and Jenna and Dean still would have lost their first baby, and for all we know, Mom still would have started drinking. I mean, there was a lot going on between you two back then, arguing over me, and the Madisons..." Lorna trailed off.

"My baby girl," Lucas said on a sob. "Who did this to you? Did they catch that lowlife piece of scum? What prison is he in? I'm gonna go there and get up in his face and make him answer to ME for what he did to you!"

"He's dead, Daddy," Lorna said. Lucas started to say something again, but Lorna said, "Can I please just get the rest of it this out? It's not something that we talk about anymore, and it happened years ago. I just...I need to tell you all of it, okay, Daddy? If you want to know, I mean."

Lucas could only nod. "I was having an argument with the guy I was dating at the time," she began.

"Kevin Anderson?" Lucas asked quietly.

"No, I'd broken up with Kevin. I was dating a man named Victor at the time. Victor Rodriguez. Anyway, we were at Sassy's, he was flirting with a woman, he was already mad at me because he saw me talking to Grant Harrison, even though that was just business, so I smiled at this guy at the end of the bar and bought him a drink. The guy had a friend. I invited them back to my place. There was pizza, and way too much gin and beer, and dancing. When I told them the party was over, the one guy didn't want to leave." She paused, swallowed, took a deep breath, then continued. "I passed out. When I woke up, I was on my couch, pinned down, and he was on top of me. He was holding me down, tearing at my stockings. I tried to push him off of me, Daddy, I swear to God I tried to push him off of me, but he had his shoulder in my face. I passed out again. When I woke up again, I was alone, and I went to Mom and told her what had happened, and she called Kelsey Harrison and Kelsey checked me out. You remember Kelsey, right? She's a doctor. She's dating Iris's son Dennis now."

"You're all right?" Lucas asked anxiously. "You didn't...this piece of scum didn't..." He couldn't even bring himself to say the words.

"I had all the tests done, Daddy. I don't have AIDS or HIV or anything," Lorna assured him, and Lucas let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. "Jenna and Dean had left for a few weeks so Dean could start his tour. Jenna came back for a couple of months, and I told her what happened. Mom and Jenna kept pushing me to go to the police, and I didn't want to. Victor was pushing for it too. I thought it was my fault. I thought I was asking for it. I didn't even know those guys' names when I brought them back to my apartment, I mean how stupid was that?"

"It was NOT your fault! It was NEVER your fault!" Lucas fairly shouted.

"I know that now," Lorna assured him. "But at the time..." She trailed off. "One of the two guys was Cass's brother, Morgan Winthrop. I doubt you've met him yet. I dated him for a while after that whole ordeal, but that's another story. I thought it was Morgan, I really did. So I accused him. He went on trial. Cass defended him. It almost broke up Mom and Cass's friendship for good, because Mom was on my side, of course, and Cass and Frankie were on Morgan's side, of course. But Morgan was telling the truth. He didn't rape me. It was the other guy...Kyle Barkley."

Another silence. Then Lucas said, "And this Barkley is dead? Who killed him?"

"Well, at first we thought it was Mom," Lorna said. If it hadn't been so serious, Lucas's stunned look would have been comical. "She went into total Mama Bear mode. Kyle Barkley went after her, and she shot him. But it was in self-defense. I thought she did it to avenge me. Victor thought I did it. At first I thought Victor did it. So we were all kind of each other's alibi. But then it came out in the autopsy that Kyle Barkley had a head injury and would have died anyway, and that Mom shot him in self-defense, so she was never charged. She'd already been through all that once. She told me about it after the incident with Kyle Barkley. But this time, she said, it was different, because this time she did do it, and she would do it again, and if she had to go to jail...God, I was terrified she'd have to go to jail. I'd already lost my father. I couldn't lose my mother too. Thankfully, she didn't have to go to jail. And she was great, and so were Jenna and Dean. They were there for me. As busy as they were on the road, with Jenna starting to write her first columns for the Bay City Herald and a few essays for Brava about life on the road and touring with Dean, they still called every single day, even if it was just for five minutes. And Marley Frame testified at my trial, and she and I talked about what it was like to be survivors of rape, and she even took me to her old support group at the hospital. Well, not old, exactly; she hadn't gone there in quite a while, but she went with me because I didn't really want to go alone, only I didn't want to admit it."

"So strong, so brave," Lucas said, tucking a strand of Lorna's raven-black hair behind her ear.

"I take after my parents," Lorna replied.

Lucas wiped at his eyes. "Is that how you met Joe?" he asked.

"No," Lorna said. "Joe came later. Much later. After another loss." She paused again and resumed her seat on the couch, so Lucas sat beside her. "I was engaged once before I married Joe. His name was Gabe McNamara, and he was a cop too. Some creep stole my purse, I went barging into the police station complaining about it loudly, and Gabe was there. He was new to town. I took one look at him sitting there calmly while I was bitching about this creep who stole my purse, and I was amazed at how calm he could be. There I was, in full Hurricane Lorna mode--a mode that Mom, Jenna and Dean have all told me more than once to dial down from--and it didn't faze him at all."

"So what happened?" Lucas asked.

"We started dating," Lorna said. She stared off into space. "I wonder, if he hadn't died, if it would have lasted though. He'd been married before. His wife and son were killed in a fire. I was the first woman he got close to after losing them. He proposed, I accepted. But his ex-sister-in-law came to town. Cindy. The psychopath. He defended her to me at first, but when she knocked me out cold in the ladies' room at The Harbor Club and left me there, and the place caught fire and Gabe had to rescue me, he realized I was right about Cindy being a nut job. The fact that he could take her side over mine already had me doubting the future of our relationship, if I could really go the distance with him. To keep me safe from Cindy while a case was built against her, he arranged for me to go into hiding for my own protection." Lorna smiled sardonically. "Like father, like daughter, huh?" Her smile faded. "But shortly after I left, Gabe was shot and killed in the line of duty. Mom wanted to tell me in person but not even she knew where I was, and we both hated that. She finally convinced Ryan to let her call me. She cried when she told me Gabe was dead, and she kept apologizing for having to do it over the phone. Turns out Cindy hired somebody to kill him. So she got sent up for life, between what she tried to do to me and killing Gabe. With her gone, there was no reason for me to stay gone, and I just wanted to come home to my family, so I did. Little Lucas had just turned one. Mom and Jenna and Dean were all here. And I just wanted to be with my family."

She paused. "Shortly after I came back, Joe suffered a loss of his own. I knew him a little bit because he was a cop like Gabe. He was in love with Paulina Cory. He thought he might have been the father of her baby. But even before she had the baby, Paulina chose to go back to Jake, and then Jake turned out to be the father of Paulina's baby. I remember hearing it through the hospital grapevine. I found Joe on the hospital rooftop, crying. We became friends, best friends. And everything grew from there. I was still scared to death when he proposed to me, though." She looked at Lucas then. "I knew it was the real thing with Joe. Like you and Mom, and Jenna and Dean, and Cass and Frankie. That was what I'd wanted all along, but I was scared out of my mind to take it. Losing Gabe hurt, and I was having doubts about him. What if it didn't work out with Joe? But the family wouldn't let me run away from our love. Mom told me that even if she knew how it would all turn out the moment she saw you again with the limo and the roses the day she got out of jail, she still would have done it all again. I understood what she meant. So I went to Joe a few days later, and that's when we got engaged, and then we got married, which you were here for." She leaned back against the couch. "That's all of it, Daddy, everything, I swear. With all of us."

"No wonder Fanny and Jenna and Dean are so mad at me," Lucas said.

"But Daddy, didn't you hear what I just said?" Lorna asked. "When I was scared to accept Joe's marriage proposal, Mom told me that even if she knew how it would all turn out the day you two found each other again when you were all grown up, she would do it all again. I KNOW she still feels that way. We just have to remind her that she feels that way, that's all!"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to give up," Lucas said. "Not now, not ever." He reached into his back pocket for his wallet, removed it, opened it, pulled something out, and held it out to Lorna.

"This is the wedding picture of Dean and Jenna we released to Rolling Stone!" Lorna exclaimed.

"I have another copy in my wallet," Lucas replied. "I had them laminated. That's the closest I've been to all of you since I went away. But not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of all of you and hoped that you were safe and wished that I were here with you."

Lorna was touched to learn that Lucas had carried a picture of the whole family (including Cass, Frankie and Charlie) with him all that time. "We sure have come a long way," Lorna said. "You hated me for so long, and here you've been carrying a family picture that includes me for four years."

"I never hated you," Lucas said.

Lorna tore her eyes away from the picture to look at Lucas. "What?" she said. "Of course you did. You couldn't stand me. You didn't want me to be your daughter. You yelled at me, blamed me, ridiculed me, didn't want me anywhere near you or Mom or Jenna."

"Lorna, I had to do that to keep you safe," Lucas said. "You were involved with Carl Hutchins. So was Rick Madison. I had no way of knowing back then if you were a link between the two. The only way to keep you out of the line of fire was to deny you were my daughter, and make sure everyone in public knew that I supposedly hated you. But I've never hated you for a single second. I was angry about that tape of Jenna on Fanny's talk show, yeah, and I was disappointed in you for putting it on the air, but I could never hate you. I never have, and I never will."

"You never hated me," Lorna said. "You treated me like dirt beneath your feet after finding out I was your long-lost daughter, you let me believe that you favored Jenna over me, you let me believe that you died hating me in your heart of hearts, and that you only forgave me BECAUSE you were dying, and now you're telling me that all of that was a lie? How could you do that to me?!"

TO BE CONTINUED
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