The Abandoned Son's Rehabilitation

Notorious

Luke awoke from his vivid dream with a new sense of clarity. After talking Ella's illusion, all of the memories that he had pushed away had come rushing back to him like a tidal wave. The influx of feelings that accompanied them left him drenched in guilt and grief for what had happened.

As he sat there with his eyes closed, trying to piece together his dreams, he began to think about what Ella had told him in the fog. Why did she want him to help out some random kid? And how would he even know where to find him? But more importantly who was he? What was so important about helping this little boy that his body had chosen him as one of the possible answers to his troubles?

All these questions raced through his head as he struggled to understand the meaning of such events. His thoughts were interrupted though by the sound of his cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" Luke answered with concern as he looked down at the time displayed on his phone, 6:30 AM. Who could possibly be calling him so e