![]() ![]() ![]() TK was lost to time, and Carlos was cursed to live a thousand lifetimes unaware of what exactly he was missing, but knowing somehow deep inside, he wasn’t truly whole. And each time, the disappointing truth became evident before long. Each new time she gave birth to her son, in a new life, she prayed that this would be the one where he was happy. It seemed like all the light had gone out of him that day in 1931, and it lasted past even death. But it would never happen, because they’d missed their chance.Īndrea thought often of TK, especially when looking into her son’s passive face. And now, in 2020, they could be free to be together in whatever way they wanted. Thinking of the fact that even in the depths of Austin in the 1970s, Carlos and TK could have been open as long as they were careful. It was crushing, living on, her and Gabriel knowing their son would never find happiness, even as the world changed through the years. It seemed he’d missed his chance for eternity with his soulmate. And Carlos’ eyes never wandered to anyone else. She’d never been sure whether Carlos and TK had fully sealed their bond, but as one lifetime became two and then three, and the years passed without them ever seeing TK again, Andrea had to think not. It would strike her sometimes, throughout the lifetimes she led with her soulmate and her son, how in one instant a thousand lives could halt. She watched the life fade out of Carlos as well, on those steps. Andrea watched in horror as her own son’s hands became stained and gruesome, and she knew without a doubt that TK wasn’t coming home with them tonight. TK, at the wrong place and wrong time, got caught in the crossfire. Just then, the doors to the bank flew open, and bullets were flying. ![]() Andrea watched as he picked up the pen, handed it to the sweet-faced girl–whose blush was immediate, TK was always smiling so devilishly even when he was being innocent–and turned back to join them. TK had backed up as Carlos and Andrea moved forward, skipping over to help a woman who’d dropped her pen on the steps of the bank building while trying to fit it back into her purse. The boys had ostensibly been accompanying her for safety, but she’d engineered the whole thing anyway.Īnything to give Carlos time to just enjoy the company of their “close family friend”, as they’d dubbed TK for appearances. The three of them had been to the market downtown that morning, picking up something or other for Sunday dinner–she couldn’t remember now what. It was a shock and a blow, then, to watch her son scream and cry and grieve right there on the sidewalk in front of the Chicago National Bank and Trust, on a pleasantly warm day in September 1931. Truly, his happiness was everything to her, and she’d do anything she could to give it to him. It took a while for her to accept that the picture she had of this nebulous future full of love and laughter would look different for her son than the one she’d been envisioning since the doctor handed him to her, freshly in the world and already reaching for his mama, but she’d accepted it. ![]() To see him happy, healthy, and content was her only priority in life. Andrea Reyes has always wanted what was best for her son. ![]()
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