It was going to be s long road ahead for Chris and Kimberly. Their relationship had to start from scratch and even though he instinctually knew his mother Kim was behind the altering of his DNA to mutate on a full moon, he still loved her. And the only way back from it all was if he could find the missing vials of antidote.
He pulled into the driveway of the small cottage and sat in the car. He couldn't get himself to get out just yet, but he knew he had to. He had to search the house for anything his father left that would be a clue to where the vials of antidote were. If he couldn't find them, he'd be doomed forever.
Christopher unlocked the front door and stepped in, memories came flooding back of his childhood with Victor and without his mother. They were good times, even if he was lonely. His father treated him well, even though most of his life was lies and betrayal. But this home, this life was all he knew. And the guilt that he was responsible for his own father's death, no matter the state of his mind, was killing him.
Despite it all, the sadness and the guilt, Chris knew that the only way to end it all was to find the vials of the antidote Kimberly created and Victor harbored. Chris searched high and low in the little house he shared with this late father, even in the dark basement with the cage where Victor kept Chris during the full moon experiments. But nothing. The antidote vials were still missing.
Christopher was beginning to fear there may not be any of those vials left to save him, and just as he began to clean things up and leave Alexandra walked in the front door.
"Alex! Hi! What are you doing here?" Chris asked surprised to see her.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for two days." Alexandra replied coldly.
"I know. I'm sorry. It's been really insane lately. I haven't really been myself." Christopher said truthfully. "How did you know I was here?"
Alex didn't want to tell him she was connected to him telepathically now, her new powers were to be kept as secret as possible, and if she was going to get back at Claudia for what she had done, Chris needed to be kept in the dark as well.
"It was the only place I could think of. How've you been?" Alex said coming up to Christopher very closely.
"Uh..." he said uncomfortably, and pushing her away. "...a mess actually. Its like I don't know where reality begins or ends."
"Are you mad at me? Why do you feel so distant all of a sudden?" Alexandra questioned with a furrowed brow.
"Alex, look, a lot of things are different now. My father has died, my mother is back and---" Chris said as turning away from Alex as he began to explain his situation when Alex suddenly interrupted.
"And you're sleeping with Claudia?"
Christopher turned back to Alex quickly with a shocked expression on his face. He could feel the angry energy radiating from Alex's body in his direction. She even looked different. This was a side of her he had never seen before.
"What? What are you talking about? That's not true!" Chris answered.
"She'll never be the right person for you. She'll only take take take and take some more and then when you have nothing left she wants she'll just dispose of you Christopher. You have to listen to me!" Alexandra said in a sudden shift in moods of anger and desperation.
"Alex I don't know what you think you know, but Claudia has been....well she's been through a lot too." Chris said stammering in his speech.
"Is that what she told you? Everything she's ever been through is just a smoke screen to cover up the kind of person she is. She's evil!" Alex yelled.
"NO!" Chris responded defiantly. "You don't understand us."
"'Us'? So you're an 'us'?" Alex shot back, again changing moods.
Alexandra's eyes began to water at what she was hearing. She knew what he was going to say next. It was at the tip of his tongue and she could feel it. She could see in his mind that his life was changing and that she would not be apart of it, at least not in the same was that she was before.
"She and I are a lot of like, Alex. You wouldn't ---you couldn't---understand. Actually you should be very grateful that you don't understand the type of people Claudia and I are. We're different. Things have happened to us, strange and unexplainable things." Chris said referring to Claudia's supernatural powers and his werewolf alter ego.
But Alex did understand. Ever since Claudia left Alex's body she had retained some of those powers, powers that were now overtaking her mind.
"Well....then I guess that's it then. We're over before we could ever really begin." Alex said as she seemed to accept Christopher's explanation, but there was one more thing she had to do.
Alexandra knew why Chris came home, to search for the vials of antidote. Every inch of her being could read Chris' mind now, he was an easy read. Despite having a very dark side when then full moon rose above Collinwood, he was a kind person who was trapped between the dark and the light.
"Oh, one more thing..." Alex said turning back around to face Christopher. "Were you looking for something?"
Chris looked at her confused, how would Alex know he was looking for something. He did not answer, and she smiled a Cheshire cat smile that made the hairs on the back of Chris' neck stand up.
Alexandra closed her eyes and the room's temperature turned freezing cold. Chris could see his breath coming from his mouth. The energy in the room suddenly turned menacing while Alex seemed to go off into a distant place in her mind. She took a deep breath and snapped open her eyes and coldly walked over to painting of the bay that surrounded Collinsport on the living room wall. She carefully removed it to reveal a safe that she easily opened, leaving a chilled to the bone Chris in utter shock.
As she opened the safe she pulled out a brown leather satchel and inside the satchel were 6 vials of a lavender substance that seemed to almost glow. Christopher instantly knew what they were, the vials of antidote that would remove the mutated gene Kimberly and Victor created that turns him into a werewolf. The substance that Chris so desperately needed.
"Alex, I need you to give those to me." Chris said calmly as he stepped closer to her with his arm reached out.
She smiled again and then smashed all six of the vials on the hardwood floors. They were destroyed. Gone.
Christopher felt gutted and stood in shock as Alexandra grinned again and said in a sinister voice that Christopher barley recognized: "Don't worry. I'm sure Claudia will make it all better."
Christopher stood in devastated silence in the living room and watched Alexandra walk out the front door into the misty Maine evening without a regret in his stride.
"Oh, Barnabas, hi!" Carolyn said looking at the clock across from her noticing it was now 7 in the evening. "You're up early." She joked.
Carolyn put down her book and sighed, she knew she would have to answer this question eventually but didn't expect it to come so soon.
"The truth is Barnabas, I didn't know how to tell you. All your life you've struggled with your ailment and for me to add on to that by telling you you were no longer the only one, I don't know, I didn't know how this is all going to work out. Which brings me to the truth... he isn't Jack's cousin. He's Jack under Claudia's curse. We have been saying they're cousins to protect Leopold's secret." Carolyn said bitterly.
"Months ago I had to go back on my vow to never return to Collinwood. I was happy living in London away from here and the terrible things that happened as I grew up. And when we decided to sell Collinwood, my husband Jack agreed to come to town for me and bring back a few things of our family heirlooms." Carolyn said filling in the blanks for Barnabas.
"And how did Claudia get involved?" Barnabas questioned.
"When Jack came to the house she was here, shes been living in Collinwood all these years. Waiting. Waiting for anyone, I guess. And when she saw Jack, she put the curse on him. The same curse Angelique but on you, but this curse aged Jack backwards and turned him into this vampire she calls Leopold. We've been in a way reliving what happened to you almsot 50 years ago." She continued.
Despite it all, the sadness and the guilt, Chris knew that the only way to end it all was to find the vials of the antidote Kimberly created and Victor harbored. Chris searched high and low in the little house he shared with this late father, even in the dark basement with the cage where Victor kept Chris during the full moon experiments. But nothing. The antidote vials were still missing.
Christopher was beginning to fear there may not be any of those vials left to save him, and just as he began to clean things up and leave Alexandra walked in the front door.
"Alex! Hi! What are you doing here?" Chris asked surprised to see her.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for two days." Alexandra replied coldly.
"I know. I'm sorry. It's been really insane lately. I haven't really been myself." Christopher said truthfully. "How did you know I was here?"
Alex didn't want to tell him she was connected to him telepathically now, her new powers were to be kept as secret as possible, and if she was going to get back at Claudia for what she had done, Chris needed to be kept in the dark as well.
"It was the only place I could think of. How've you been?" Alex said coming up to Christopher very closely.
"Uh..." he said uncomfortably, and pushing her away. "...a mess actually. Its like I don't know where reality begins or ends."
"Are you mad at me? Why do you feel so distant all of a sudden?" Alexandra questioned with a furrowed brow.
"Alex, look, a lot of things are different now. My father has died, my mother is back and---" Chris said as turning away from Alex as he began to explain his situation when Alex suddenly interrupted.
"And you're sleeping with Claudia?"
Christopher turned back to Alex quickly with a shocked expression on his face. He could feel the angry energy radiating from Alex's body in his direction. She even looked different. This was a side of her he had never seen before.
"What? What are you talking about? That's not true!" Chris answered.
"She'll never be the right person for you. She'll only take take take and take some more and then when you have nothing left she wants she'll just dispose of you Christopher. You have to listen to me!" Alexandra said in a sudden shift in moods of anger and desperation.
"Alex I don't know what you think you know, but Claudia has been....well she's been through a lot too." Chris said stammering in his speech.
"Is that what she told you? Everything she's ever been through is just a smoke screen to cover up the kind of person she is. She's evil!" Alex yelled.
"NO!" Chris responded defiantly. "You don't understand us."
"'Us'? So you're an 'us'?" Alex shot back, again changing moods.
Alexandra's eyes began to water at what she was hearing. She knew what he was going to say next. It was at the tip of his tongue and she could feel it. She could see in his mind that his life was changing and that she would not be apart of it, at least not in the same was that she was before.
"She and I are a lot of like, Alex. You wouldn't ---you couldn't---understand. Actually you should be very grateful that you don't understand the type of people Claudia and I are. We're different. Things have happened to us, strange and unexplainable things." Chris said referring to Claudia's supernatural powers and his werewolf alter ego.
But Alex did understand. Ever since Claudia left Alex's body she had retained some of those powers, powers that were now overtaking her mind.
"Well....then I guess that's it then. We're over before we could ever really begin." Alex said as she seemed to accept Christopher's explanation, but there was one more thing she had to do.
Alexandra knew why Chris came home, to search for the vials of antidote. Every inch of her being could read Chris' mind now, he was an easy read. Despite having a very dark side when then full moon rose above Collinwood, he was a kind person who was trapped between the dark and the light.
"Oh, one more thing..." Alex said turning back around to face Christopher. "Were you looking for something?"
Chris looked at her confused, how would Alex know he was looking for something. He did not answer, and she smiled a Cheshire cat smile that made the hairs on the back of Chris' neck stand up.
Alexandra closed her eyes and the room's temperature turned freezing cold. Chris could see his breath coming from his mouth. The energy in the room suddenly turned menacing while Alex seemed to go off into a distant place in her mind. She took a deep breath and snapped open her eyes and coldly walked over to painting of the bay that surrounded Collinsport on the living room wall. She carefully removed it to reveal a safe that she easily opened, leaving a chilled to the bone Chris in utter shock.
As she opened the safe she pulled out a brown leather satchel and inside the satchel were 6 vials of a lavender substance that seemed to almost glow. Christopher instantly knew what they were, the vials of antidote that would remove the mutated gene Kimberly and Victor created that turns him into a werewolf. The substance that Chris so desperately needed.
"Alex, I need you to give those to me." Chris said calmly as he stepped closer to her with his arm reached out.
She smiled again and then smashed all six of the vials on the hardwood floors. They were destroyed. Gone.
Christopher felt gutted and stood in shock as Alexandra grinned again and said in a sinister voice that Christopher barley recognized: "Don't worry. I'm sure Claudia will make it all better."
Christopher stood in devastated silence in the living room and watched Alexandra walk out the front door into the misty Maine evening without a regret in his stride.
***
The Collinwood mansion soon saw itself blanketed by the ocean fog as the sun began to set over Widow's Hill. The moon, in it's cyclical form, crept far off in the distance awaiting the slow steep decline into the sun's deep sleep. Barnabas, fresh off his altercation with Leopold, knew it was safe to journey out in to the manor. His mission this evening was to locate his good friend Dr. Julia Hoffman.
For years Julia did all she could to rid Barnabas of his lust for blood. Her time in Collinwood was marred by a string of unfortunate events that this generation of Collins family members were already experiencing for themselves. Its true, Collinwood was no place for the meek at heart, it was a place for those who were destined to see the kind of things no one else would ever imagine they would encounter, and Julia was one of those people, even if she had ulterior motives.
Barnabas, dressed in one of his finest dark suits made his way into to south part of the mansion on the first floor that had been specifically designsted as Julia's offices. She had three rooms in that wing of the house apart from a small apartment like area on the second floor.
The area was somewhat abandoned, meaning most of the current crop of Collins family never went there, but was kept clean every week. The housekeepers, were often seen dusting along the hall and vacuuming the ornate Persian rugs that lined the long corridor that connected all three of Julia's rooms.
Room 2 was the room Barnabas was curious about the most. It had been the room where Julia had conducted a number of the experiments on him. A room that brought back several memories. He took a gulp and tried the door, but it was locked. Barnabas closed his eyes and took the knob again into his hand, the hallway darkened and the potted plants began to tremble. The drapes on the windows swayed slightly by a mysterious breeze and suddenly everything stopped and the locked clicked.
He opened the room's door and looked around. It was relatively the same for the most part. But the furniture had changed. He ran his finger along Julia's desk as he past it, leaving a straight line down the side of the desk where the dust had settled.
He carefully walked over to a book shelf, with what seemed like hundreds of volumes of Julia's notes. He pulled one and saw the date. July 18th, 1969. He opened it and read:
"....he isnt reacting well at all to treatment. I have, for the most part, continued with all my knowledge to help him, but I feel as though, perhaps, whatever I have done has not done Barnabas any good. We will start a new form of therapy tomorrow. I hope we can work out our differences by then as well. -Dr. Julia Hoffman."
There were thousands of notes. Notes on her experiments, explanations on how she created them, how Barnabas reacted to them, how she modified them. Notes of his therapy under hypnosis. Notes on just about every aspect of their relationship. It was all he needed. Barnabas grabbed a few more of the volumes and dashed out of the Julia's offices to find Carolyn.
Carolyn was having tea alone in the red drawing room. She skimmed through a book she found in the newly renovated library, and sipped slowly from the steamy early gray tea enjoying this moment of quiet solitude, when just then Barnabas came in with Julia's notes.
The area was somewhat abandoned, meaning most of the current crop of Collins family never went there, but was kept clean every week. The housekeepers, were often seen dusting along the hall and vacuuming the ornate Persian rugs that lined the long corridor that connected all three of Julia's rooms.
Room 2 was the room Barnabas was curious about the most. It had been the room where Julia had conducted a number of the experiments on him. A room that brought back several memories. He took a gulp and tried the door, but it was locked. Barnabas closed his eyes and took the knob again into his hand, the hallway darkened and the potted plants began to tremble. The drapes on the windows swayed slightly by a mysterious breeze and suddenly everything stopped and the locked clicked.
He opened the room's door and looked around. It was relatively the same for the most part. But the furniture had changed. He ran his finger along Julia's desk as he past it, leaving a straight line down the side of the desk where the dust had settled.
He carefully walked over to a book shelf, with what seemed like hundreds of volumes of Julia's notes. He pulled one and saw the date. July 18th, 1969. He opened it and read:
"....he isnt reacting well at all to treatment. I have, for the most part, continued with all my knowledge to help him, but I feel as though, perhaps, whatever I have done has not done Barnabas any good. We will start a new form of therapy tomorrow. I hope we can work out our differences by then as well. -Dr. Julia Hoffman."
There were thousands of notes. Notes on her experiments, explanations on how she created them, how Barnabas reacted to them, how she modified them. Notes of his therapy under hypnosis. Notes on just about every aspect of their relationship. It was all he needed. Barnabas grabbed a few more of the volumes and dashed out of the Julia's offices to find Carolyn.
Carolyn was having tea alone in the red drawing room. She skimmed through a book she found in the newly renovated library, and sipped slowly from the steamy early gray tea enjoying this moment of quiet solitude, when just then Barnabas came in with Julia's notes.
"Good evening cousin." Barnabas said in a low voice as to not startle her.
"Oh, Barnabas, hi!" Carolyn said looking at the clock across from her noticing it was now 7 in the evening. "You're up early." She joked.
"I have a few things I need to take care of." Barnabas answered setting down the notes on a desk that sat to the side of the room. "Carolyn, may I be completely open with you about something?" He added
"Of course, what is it?" Carolyn asked.
"I don't trust this cousin of your late husband Jack. Why didn't you tell me he was like me? Why didn't you tell me we share the same curse?" Barnabas questioned.
Carolyn put down her book and sighed, she knew she would have to answer this question eventually but didn't expect it to come so soon.
"The truth is Barnabas, I didn't know how to tell you. All your life you've struggled with your ailment and for me to add on to that by telling you you were no longer the only one, I don't know, I didn't know how this is all going to work out. Which brings me to the truth... he isn't Jack's cousin. He's Jack under Claudia's curse. We have been saying they're cousins to protect Leopold's secret." Carolyn said bitterly.
"Months ago I had to go back on my vow to never return to Collinwood. I was happy living in London away from here and the terrible things that happened as I grew up. And when we decided to sell Collinwood, my husband Jack agreed to come to town for me and bring back a few things of our family heirlooms." Carolyn said filling in the blanks for Barnabas.
"And how did Claudia get involved?" Barnabas questioned.
"When Jack came to the house she was here, shes been living in Collinwood all these years. Waiting. Waiting for anyone, I guess. And when she saw Jack, she put the curse on him. The same curse Angelique but on you, but this curse aged Jack backwards and turned him into this vampire she calls Leopold. We've been in a way reliving what happened to you almsot 50 years ago." She continued.
"Indeed. Fifty years ago...how very strange to think of my present time being the past. And Carolyn, since we are speaking about the past, I imagine that living in this age medical technology has advanced. Has it not?" He questioned.
"Since 1978? By leaps and bounds, yes." Carolyn confirmed.
"Then there must be a way for me to finally find myself free from this, isn't there? Earlier, after I left the old house---"
"The old house? You went to the old house?" Carolyn interrupted.
"Yes. Needless to say, that's why this topic of Leopold and our similarities has come to mind. But that's besides the point now. It made me think, in this age, at this time I can be cured. I can finally be cured. I have even found some of Julia's old medical notes. Look!" Barnabas said optimistically, handing Carolyn one of the note books.
"Oh, Barnabas. I don't know what to say. I wouldn't even know where to begin to look for answers. And Julia..." Carolyn said skimming through the notes before Barnabas interrupted.
"We must find Her, only she can unlock me from this terrible thirst for blood. There are thousands of these notes Carolyn. She recorded everything. By now she must have come up with a cure." Barnabas explained.
"Barnabas, let me finish...." Carolyn said pausing herself mid thought, "I don't know how to tell you this. Barnabas, you've traveled 38 years into the future. A lot has happened. A lot has changed" She finished.
"I understand." Barnabas said in a tone as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Before I moved to England, many years ago, Julia died. Barnabas she died in 1985. If she were alive today she'd be close to 95 years old. I'm so sorry Barnabas." Carolyn said.
The realization that there may be no hope finally started to set in and Barnabas began to feel his first real taste of defeat. A sensation he was not comfortable with, a sensation he was not accustomed to.
"Life seems to come and go for so many, and yet I remain here. As this, a prisoner of time. Cursed forever to see my family and friends move on. Forever."
Barnabas then turned and looked out of the drawing room window that looked over a grand lawn that stretched out to the cliffs that so often are battered by an unrelenting Atlantic sea. The reality of his position now in this time was overwhelming. How could he now save himself? How could he finally be free from the powerful curse of Angelique.
Carolyn felt horrible, she knew that Barnabas' quest to return to who he was had been his life's mission, a mission that for over 50 years he had failed to achieve time and time again.
Just then Kimberly and Caleb walked into the foyer directly across from the drawing room. They had spent most of their day out and about Collinsport reconnecting. Caleb went upstairs to change clothes for a meeting with Kat and Kimberly walked into the drawing room shuffling through her purse.
Carolyn and Barnabas both turned when Kimberly walked in, a moment that would break the seriousness of their conversation. And in that moment Carolyn had an idea that felt like a double edged sword: Kimberly should be the doctor that assists Barnabas in his quest for the vampire cure. It was the only way.
"Kimberly." Carolyn said softly when the idea came to her.
Barnabas looked confused and Kimberly looked up from her purse and noticed she wasnt alone in the room.
"Oh excuse me! I was in my own head there for a second. Good evening." Kimberly said.
"Good evening Kimberly. So lovely to see you." Barnabas said in a short bow to his cousin's ex wife.
Carolyn walked over to the stack of notes Barnabas had taken from Julia's office and opened them up to a random page and handed it over to Kimberly.
"Kim, what if I were to ask your medical opinion on something. Like this, these are notes from our former family doctor Julia Hoffman who was David's therapist and also worked on Barnabas' blood condition."
"Blood condition?" Kimberly questioned in an interested tone as she took the notes from Carolyn and began to read.
Barnabas looked at Carolyn confused. He had no idea what she had planned and didn't know the type of doctor Kimberly was.
"Yes, he's had it most of his adult life and it affects the way he lives. He cannot go out in the day, and he cannot .....well....Kimberly, Barnabas needs to drink blood to stay alive. Human blood." Carolyn said matter-of-factly.
Kimberly lifted her eyes from the notes that she was reading and it finally clicked in her mind. This was the Barnabas was the same man who David and Victor had both spoken to her about years ago, the mysterious Collins family vampire that had lurked around Collinwood for centuries.. The man who's curse fell on the entire family like a thick Maine fog for generations to come, and here he was standing in front of her.
"The old house? You went to the old house?" Carolyn interrupted.
"Yes. Needless to say, that's why this topic of Leopold and our similarities has come to mind. But that's besides the point now. It made me think, in this age, at this time I can be cured. I can finally be cured. I have even found some of Julia's old medical notes. Look!" Barnabas said optimistically, handing Carolyn one of the note books.
"Oh, Barnabas. I don't know what to say. I wouldn't even know where to begin to look for answers. And Julia..." Carolyn said skimming through the notes before Barnabas interrupted.
"We must find Her, only she can unlock me from this terrible thirst for blood. There are thousands of these notes Carolyn. She recorded everything. By now she must have come up with a cure." Barnabas explained.
"Barnabas, let me finish...." Carolyn said pausing herself mid thought, "I don't know how to tell you this. Barnabas, you've traveled 38 years into the future. A lot has happened. A lot has changed" She finished.
"I understand." Barnabas said in a tone as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Before I moved to England, many years ago, Julia died. Barnabas she died in 1985. If she were alive today she'd be close to 95 years old. I'm so sorry Barnabas." Carolyn said.
The realization that there may be no hope finally started to set in and Barnabas began to feel his first real taste of defeat. A sensation he was not comfortable with, a sensation he was not accustomed to.
"Life seems to come and go for so many, and yet I remain here. As this, a prisoner of time. Cursed forever to see my family and friends move on. Forever."
Barnabas then turned and looked out of the drawing room window that looked over a grand lawn that stretched out to the cliffs that so often are battered by an unrelenting Atlantic sea. The reality of his position now in this time was overwhelming. How could he now save himself? How could he finally be free from the powerful curse of Angelique.
Carolyn felt horrible, she knew that Barnabas' quest to return to who he was had been his life's mission, a mission that for over 50 years he had failed to achieve time and time again.
Just then Kimberly and Caleb walked into the foyer directly across from the drawing room. They had spent most of their day out and about Collinsport reconnecting. Caleb went upstairs to change clothes for a meeting with Kat and Kimberly walked into the drawing room shuffling through her purse.
Carolyn and Barnabas both turned when Kimberly walked in, a moment that would break the seriousness of their conversation. And in that moment Carolyn had an idea that felt like a double edged sword: Kimberly should be the doctor that assists Barnabas in his quest for the vampire cure. It was the only way.
"Kimberly." Carolyn said softly when the idea came to her.
Barnabas looked confused and Kimberly looked up from her purse and noticed she wasnt alone in the room.
"Oh excuse me! I was in my own head there for a second. Good evening." Kimberly said.
"Good evening Kimberly. So lovely to see you." Barnabas said in a short bow to his cousin's ex wife.
Carolyn walked over to the stack of notes Barnabas had taken from Julia's office and opened them up to a random page and handed it over to Kimberly.
"Kim, what if I were to ask your medical opinion on something. Like this, these are notes from our former family doctor Julia Hoffman who was David's therapist and also worked on Barnabas' blood condition."
"Blood condition?" Kimberly questioned in an interested tone as she took the notes from Carolyn and began to read.
Barnabas looked at Carolyn confused. He had no idea what she had planned and didn't know the type of doctor Kimberly was.
"Yes, he's had it most of his adult life and it affects the way he lives. He cannot go out in the day, and he cannot .....well....Kimberly, Barnabas needs to drink blood to stay alive. Human blood." Carolyn said matter-of-factly.
Kimberly lifted her eyes from the notes that she was reading and it finally clicked in her mind. This was the Barnabas was the same man who David and Victor had both spoken to her about years ago, the mysterious Collins family vampire that had lurked around Collinwood for centuries.. The man who's curse fell on the entire family like a thick Maine fog for generations to come, and here he was standing in front of her.
Now Carolyn was asking for her help. Help in figuring out a cure to end the curse.
"If you would help, Kimberly, Our family would be indebted to you." Carolyn said with a tight jaw knowing that her relationship with Kimberly had been strained at best since her divorce from David and the affair with Victor was revealed.
Would Kimberly agree? And could Carolyn's scorn for her finally erode if she did agree?
Barnabas stood patiently awaiting her decision, knowing full on that this would be something he could never repay her for if she did agree.
Kimberly opened the notes again and looked them over. She took a minute to think.
"When do we begin?" Dr. Kimberly Collins, her voice clear and precise said in her decision.
Barnabas and Carolyn looked at each other silently.
"If you would help, Kimberly, Our family would be indebted to you." Carolyn said with a tight jaw knowing that her relationship with Kimberly had been strained at best since her divorce from David and the affair with Victor was revealed.
Would Kimberly agree? And could Carolyn's scorn for her finally erode if she did agree?
Barnabas stood patiently awaiting her decision, knowing full on that this would be something he could never repay her for if she did agree.
Kimberly opened the notes again and looked them over. She took a minute to think.
"When do we begin?" Dr. Kimberly Collins, her voice clear and precise said in her decision.
Barnabas and Carolyn looked at each other silently.
A new era was about to begin.