In the Kennedy home, Kate looked out the window in hopes her son would return home. Noah left to search the town for Warren’s whereabouts, and so far, there wasn’t any news about Warren.
"I’m sure he will return home soon," Mary said to comfort Kate.
Mary also worried about where Warren was. She had news to tell him and was afraid he had not only abandoned his family, but her as well.
Mary could not survive without Warren.
Kate ignored Mary’s comforting words. All she wanted was to see Warren walk through the front doors with Noah.
’Where is he?’ Kate wondered.
Kate was so wrapped up in her troubles that she hadn’t been paying much attention to Warren as she should have. She had been snapping at her son over trivial matters. Kate could admit that.
’I didn’t want him around those people,’ Kate thought.
Kate wanted Warren to marry, but she didn’t want him to look so far above his status. Kate knew how the ladies around the town thought, so Warren wouldn’t get anywhere unless he had money.
Kate was harsh to spoil his dreams since she knew the town would be harsher. Warren desired the big home which once belonged to Simon, but the town hadn’t forgotten what occurred there. No lady would live there with Warren.
"Mary, I need you to send someone to check the Farly home. Warren might be there," Kate said, hoping her guess was right. "Why aren’t you moving?"
Mary was afraid to ask anyone to go to the haunted home. They would look at her like she was crazy.
"Perhaps he is not there. No one would willingly go there. Should I bring you something warm to drink?" Mary asked, touching Kate’s shoulder.
Kate pushed Mary’s hand off of her. "You will do as I say and send someone there. It isn’t like I am sending you. I must find my son. It might not matter to you, but Warren matters to me."
Mary looked down at the floor. "Trust me, Mrs. Kennedy. It matters to me that your son returns home."
Kate frowned, unsettled by the tone of Mary’s voice. "You-"
Kate was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Warren!" Kate called her son.
Kate frowned since it was only Noah who entered the door, with Warren nowhere in sight. "Why have you returned without him?"
"I don’t have my horse, Kate. It is not easy to get around the town without it. Mary, bring me some water," Noah said, desperately needing to quench his thirst. "I will go back out as soon as I have had water."
"Bring him something to eat as well," Kate instructed Mary. "Where could he have gone to not return for so long? And with your horse. This isn’t like Warren. What trouble has he found himself in?"
Kate could only think of one place Warren went where he wouldn’t return.
"Is there a chance he went to the Collins estate? He wouldn’t be so foolish to do that, would he? Perhaps he has gone to that house. It is all he speaks of these days," said Kate.
It had crossed Noah’s mind that Warren could have gone playing with fire by challenging Edgar. If this were so, then Noah wasn’t going to find Warren.
Noah rubbed the back of his neck, his body aching from the long search. "I’ll check that house and then go around the town again. If I can’t find him by morning, I will go to the town guards."
Noah hoped they were lucky for Warren to show up in the morning. He knew that with Warren being so caught up in matters of the Collinses, his son would be taken away from them. Noah expected it, but it wasn’t something he could bear now that it had happened.
Mary returned with water as well as bread and fruits for Noah to take along with him.
"Should I join you, Mr. Kennedy?" Mary asked, wanting to see Warren soon. She couldn’t take much more of this news.
Noah took the water from Mary’s hands and said, "No. You have to stay here with my wife."
Kate didn’t like that she had to stay behind while others looked for her son. She gripped her dress.
Kate wanted her legs to move. Why hadn’t she tried to start walking again years ago when her doctors suggested it?
What feeling she had in her legs slowly went away as the years passed. Now that she needed to find her son, Kate wondered if there could have been some hope for her to walk now if she had been trying before.
"I want to come with you," Kate announced.
Noah spat out the water in his mouth. One wrong sip and he would have choked.
Noah wiped his mouth. "You don’t like to go outside. I’ll search the town until morning. You should stay here."
"I can’t stay here while my son is missing. We have that chair for me to use. It is time that I make use of it," Kate said, referring to the chair Clark got for her.
Kate hated the sight of the chair made to have wheels that Clark had placed before her in the past. It was part of his efforts to have her go outside, but Kate didn’t want to go outside her home, so she had the chair put away.
"Kate, while I admire this step you are taking, I won’t let you go outside at this hour. You are an easy target for whoever is behind the kills. Unfortunately, you will also slow me down. Trust that I will search every corner for our son," Noah said, his energy back up.
Noah wanted to see Kate leave their home, but not . Especially not at a time when others were speaking about murders and Simon.
Kate trusted Noah, but she didn’t like that she was useless at this moment. Kate hated herself.
"I should have tried to walk. I can still feel something here," Kate said, pressing her hand against her thigh. "But my toes don’t move when I make them. There was a feeling in my toes years ago. Do you think if I had tried walking, I would be on my feet now?"
Noah didn’t know what to think.
From what Noah heard during his time here, Kate refused all help offered to her. Clark let her remain in the darkness of her room until she was ready to speak and be lifted around her home.
Should he say yes and have her regret not trying, or should he say no, which would make her feel there was no hope?
"It’s not too late for us to try. I’m good at building things. If I put my mind to it, perhaps I can create something to help you try. For now, we must focus on our son," said Noah.
Kate nodded her head.
As soon as Warren was found, Kate’s task would be to try walking.
A knock on the door interrupted the sweet moment.
Mary was the one to move to answer the door, and when she opened it, it was a man she did not know.
"Pardon my intrusion at this hour, but I must speak to the owners," Victor said, his right hand placed on the door to stop it from closing.