From Felon to Family

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Chapter 11


Had a meeting with my parole officer this morning. I have completed all of the terms of my parole, and my three years are up today. No more having to report to someone, no more fines each month, no more restrictions.

Evelyn and I still continue our search for Logan and Brayden. I can only imagine how much they have grown. We still honor their birthdays each year, and for the birthday and holiday Evelyn writes them both a letter. Sadly, they just keep piling up in a keepsake box that sits on the shelf under the coffee table.

We have a three month old little girl now, so she consumes a lot of our time. Being able to witness the miracle pregnancy and birth, was something that I will never forget. It took us a while to get pregnant, and the doctor said that it was mostly likely due to Evelyn being so stressed out. We had a relaxing weekend at a lake cabin, and that was when we hit that special window of opportunity. She has never lost focus of her boys, but she is a very attentive mom to our little Annalise Nina Lombardi.

The restaurant has been doing excellent, and she added the catering business to it so the money is really coming in. She hires people that are looking for a fresh start, mostly single moms that have the same knack for working a kitchen as she does. With cameras up in the restaurant, she is able to keep tabs on it when she isn't there. She has a good crew working for her, so it's nice that she is able to take some time off when she needs to.

My woodshop has grown to the point that we built on to handle larger orders. I managed to clear enough after the first year that I was able to buy a brand new truck, with all the bells and whistles on it. I've got a few guys working for me now, and they are very skilled so I don't hesitate to leave the shop in their capable hands when I need to. The things we build, I take pride in it. My long lost ex-girlfriend and her husband have even hired me to do some custom pieces for them. She is doing good for herself, and I'm glad she didn't wait around on me because age has not been kind to her. Neither has having kids.

I can't believe that she has been in my life for three years now. If I had known getting into her car the day I was released from prison would be the start of my life, I would do it a thousand times over. I love everything about that woman. I know that she will never be 100% happy and content, but my days involve trying to make her smile.

I'm headed home from the shop, when my phone rings. "Bonner? Long time since I've heard from you. What's up?"

"Dominic, I got news. Get Evelyn and meet me at the police station as soon as possible." he says then hangs up.

I race home, and Evelyn is sitting out in the backyard blowing bubbles with the baby. I walk up to them and she looks up and smiles at me. "She tried to crawl today." she says, but she can see something is up. "What is it, Dom?" standing up from the blanket on the ground.

"We need to go to the police station real quick. Bonner said there is some news." I tell her, trying to stay as calm as possible. My head is reeling, praying that it isn't bad news. Evelyn starts to cry and I can see that she is worried the same. "I'll call the sitter. Just stay here until I come back." I instruct her. I get the sitter handled and we wait the few minutes for her to come over from across the street. When Lacey arrives, we load up in my truck and head to the station.

"Dom? I'm terrified. What news do they have?" Evelyn says, letting her tears fall.

I put my hand over on her thigh, "I don't know, beautiful. But whatever it is, we will get through it together. Okay? I'm right here with you."

When we pull into the police department parking lot, I spot a federal detention van and a couple of unmarked fed cars on either side of it. I park at the closest available spot I can find, and go over to open Evelyn's door. She is hyperventilating, and crying. "I can't go in there, Dom. What if it's bad news? What if something bad has happened?"

I hold her for a minute, and pull away. "We won't know until we go in there and see for ourselves. I'm right here with you, and I love you. You've been strong with so long, you can do this. I won't let go of you." I say, holding her hand, and gently pulling her from the truck seat.

We walk into the station, just as two agents are walking out of a side room, followed by Mildred in cuffs. Evelyn loses it when she locks eyes with the old woman. "Where the fuck are my boys?" she says, lunging at the cuffed woman. It was all I could do to keep a grip on her as the agents led Mildred down the hallway to another room. A few seconds later, Kevin comes out of a room in cuffs and Evelyn takes off after him, hitting him in the back and on his head, screaming, "Where are my babies, Kevin? Tell me where they are right now." One of the local guys and me get her unhooked from Kevin's body, she had him in a bear hold from behind, wailing into him with her fists. I don't blame her one bit for being that angry. I wouldn't have minded doing it myself, but she needed to let him have it, needed him to feel beaten and defeated like he had done to her so many times.

Standing against a wall, holding Evelyn close to me as she cried into my chest, I caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I saw two of the beings that Evelyn loved more than life...Brayden and Logan. Our eyes all lock, and they slowly walk towards their mom. Logan reaches up and touches her arm softly, causing her to pull away from me. She looks up and me, and I nod in the boys' direction. When she sees them, she collapses to the floor and weeps as she pulls them into her embrace. For the first time in years, I can see sunshine back in her eyes.

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