Chapter 16

Stefan walked into the living room of Wyndemere and smiled. Nikolas was sitting 
with his back facing him, his head in his hands.

Stefan: (cheery) "Nikolas! I'm glad to see you home…" 

Stefan stopped talking when Nikolas turned around to face him. His eyes were red 
and puffy and tears left streaks on his face. But what bothered him most were 
his eyes. They held a look of shock, confusion and anger. 

Stefan: "Nikolas! What's wrong? Please tell me!"

Nikolas jumped up and knocked the chair he was sitting in over. He picked up the 
papers on the table and put them right in front of Stefan's face. 

Nikolas: (incredibly angry) "What’s WRONG? Tell me, is this another lie, or is 
this the truth? I have no idea!" 

He threw the papers on the ground and stalked out of the room. Stefan looked 
after him. He sighed and bent down to pick up the papers. Red letters caught his 
eye and he took a close look at them. 

Stefan went pale and dropped the papers.

Stefan: "Oh God…" 

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Lucky stopped for what seemed the hundredth time against the wall and tried to 
catch his breath. Liz turned around and looked at him with concern. She knew 
this wasn't a good idea. 

Liz: "Lucky...are you ok?"

Lucky: (trying to catch his breath) "I… Yeah… I'm fine… just let me catch… my 
breath… ok?"

Liz nodded and looked around her. They were still in the hospital, they haven't 
gotten far at all with Lucky like this. 

Lucky: "Ok, let’s go."

Liz grabbed his arm and he turned around alarmed. 

Liz: "No." 

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Laura opened the door of the Spencer house and walked into the dark room. She 
sighed and turned on the light. 

Luke: "Hello, dear."

Laura: (shocked) "Luke! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Luke forced a smile on his face, but quickly let it dissolve. 

Luke: "We have to talk Laura."

Laura closed her eyes. Not now. She couldn't handle this. 

Laura: "About?"

Luke slammed his glass down on the table and stood up.

Luke: (rage) "What do you think, woman!"

Laura shook her head, the tears threatening to spill over again.

Laura: (whispering) "I don't know…"

Luke: (in a harsh whisper) "Is Lucky my son?"