"Mr. Grimaldi, you have a visitor," said the guard unlocking the door. "Let's go."
"A visitor?" asked Damian Grimaldi. He was a tall and lanky man with narrow features and short black hair and intense eyes. "Who?"
"You'll see. Come on." The guard led him along the corridors to a small room dominated by a table, and bid him to sit down before handcuffing him to the table. The opposite door opened and a young man stepped through. He was average height, perhaps a little short, with spikey hair with blonde highlights and strong pronounced cheek bones. He wore a green polo shirt with dark blue stripes and a blue hoodie and he sat down quietly across from Damian and waited for the guard to close and lock the door behind him.
"Luciano... Luke," said Damian, his eyes wide with surprise. "I thought..."
"I know what you thought," said Luke quietly. "I know what I thought. I can never seem to quite write you out of my life."
"You don't look well, Luke," said Damian.
"I'm not," said Luke, tapping his feet nervously.
"Is everything all right with Noah?" asked Damian.
Luke shook his head. "No." A tear streamed down his cheek. "No, it's not."
"The doctor... he wasn't able to help him?"
"No, Damian. He was able to help. Doctor Reid, he was a genius. He fixed Noah's eyesight. Noah sees perfectly."
"Then what is it?"
"Noah... we broke up. Before the surgery. I wanted a commitment from him. A light at the end of the tunnel, and he... he wouldn't give me that. And then Reid..."
"Did you and the doctor?"
Luke nodded, the tears coming down his cheeks even more.
"I don't know why I'm telling you this. I mean..."
"Luke, it's okay," said Damian, "What about this doctor... did he not treat you right?"
"No. He treated me fine. Until he told me he loved me. Then he went and got himself killed."
"Luke..." Damian tugged at the handcuffs. Luke needed comfort and it chaffed for him not to be able to give that to his own son. "I'm so sorry, Luke. It's clear that you loved him."
Luke covered his face with his hands. "But I'm confused, Damian. So confused. Noah... he says he wants me back, wants me in LA with him. But he... he pushed me away and I don't know if I can do that again. I'm not sure what my feelings for Reid, I'm not sure what they mean."
"You're confused because you love both of them," said Damian.
"And because... I chose Reid. I did. I told Noah we weren't right for each other and I chose Reid, Damian. Even after everything Noah and I meant..."
"Luke. You love Noah. I don't really know Reid. But I do know what you and Noah have... it's real."
Luke looked at his father, "Is it really, Damian? He kicked me out of his life. Pushed me away over and over. And then, when I fell for Reid, when we were getting serious, Noah got his sight back, Damian, and he wanted it all to be the way it was. And it couldn't be. Because Reid was there. And it wasn't fair to him... not after what Noah had done. Not after he had tried over and over to push Noah and I back together, because Reid didn't want to come between us. Reid loved me. He knew what Noah meant to me. He wanted me to be very sure of my choice. And Damian," said Luke, wiping away the stream of tears with his sleeve, "I was. And now that Reid is gone... I'm so confused."
"Luke... you know I will always give you advice when you ask. But why are you coming to me and not Holden or Lily? They're your parents. The ones that raised you."
Luke looked down at his watch. "I probably shouldn't have come here..."
"Luke, you kicked me out of your life. And you were probably right to do it. I've never been good at anything but messing your life up. But you came here to see me for a reason. What was it?"
Luke looked at his father. "When I needed to focus, to do something with my life, I used to turn to the foundation I started with my Grimaldi inheritance. And that worked, most of the time. But now... now it all just reminds me of Reid. Of working with him on the hospital wing."
"You could go back to school. It would keep you busy, make your parents very happy. I could help."
"No. That's not what I want."
"I don't know what you are looking for, Luke."
"Damian, when you gave me the company, was it for real?"
"Of course it was."
"But I left it, Damian. I never went back."
"The CEO position is yours, Luke; the company, it belongs to you. It's being managed by Marcello. He won't give me any details on the business, but he assures me that it's being held in trust for you. Officially you've been put on family leave, but your salary is still going into the foundation, you can return at any time."
"I thought. If I could focus on something, something that didn't really involve Reid or Noah, maybe I could come to a place," Luke sighed. "Maybe I could..."
Damian looked at the table. "Luke, nothing would make me happier than you going back to work, really going back to work. That was the legacy I left you, I meant for you to have it."
"I'm concerned. You do need to resolve this pain in your heart."
"You mean Reid."
"No. Reid is dead, Luke. You can get past that, I know you can. But your confusion isn't about Reid. You loved him and he's gone."
Luke choked back tears.
"What concerns me," said Damian, "is that you're confused about Noah. That boy... you loved him. If you're worried that you aren't in love with him anymore... don't. I can see in your eyes that you are."
"And how would you know how I'm feeling?"
"I'm your father."
"That didn't help you when you thought you could fix me."
"No, it didn't. Because I was lying to myself about you. But I'm not now," said Damian. "You love Noah. If you want to go back to work, you don't need to ask me. It's your company, I left it to you. But I do want you to think about this, Luke. If going back to work at Grimaldi Shipping is going to keep you from resolving the conflict in your heart... Luke. Choose your heart."