Lady thought about what Charles, Marcus Johnson's lawyer told her at the bar. About doing anything to protect Harry. Hell, it was the least she could do to make an attempt to show her son that it shouldn't matter that she wasn't in his life for years, but she was there now.

But Harry wasn't having it. There was a pain all his own that he anchored deep in his subconscious, harboring conflict of interest because he felt that his mother didn't do enough to find him much earlier in his life and fought to stay there.

But she chose the alternative instead.

She tried to call him, but he didn't answer. Guilt ate away at her day and night. Not only had she been absent in his life, but after the championship football game disaster she was suddenly present. A forgotten ghost from the past abruptly brought into his life, showed up like a drill sergeant with blue balls barking orders.

Dissatisfied about his lifestyle, she was insensitive to his broken heart and thrust him into church. Bashed him with church members cheering him on.

Forcing him to get saved.

And it just hit her, why he didn't want nothing to do with her.

"I forced my heartbroken son into using his free will. He was not ready to give his life to Christ at that moment in his life. Lou Jackson's death, his first love was still open and raw in his soul.

"What did I do to my child, Lord? I've broken my son before the church. When the Pastor had him confess his vow after being shamed for who he was before mocking Christians with secrets deeper and darker than his, my baby wasn't ready. I wanted to play the victim that won her son back, and secretly helped the authorities bring down the notorious, most feared cop on the force, Dime McFadden.

Lady drove around town for hours; yesterday's demons were now demigods in her reality.

My baby died inside when he was dipped into the waters of baptism...taking with him the loss of his boyfriend Lou.

I know what I must do now, she said to herself, running a red light.

She sent a few texts, but they were cold cases.

Driving home, she jammed to some old school Anita Baker. Thinking about the mistakes of the past. Her eyes were puffy and red. Mascara ran down her cheeks from tears of remorse and fear.

How would I like it if someone forced me to make a choice to serve Christ, but I had to hide who I was so I could protect my loved ones?

She poured another drink and didn't remember pouring the first one.

What she could have done differently plagued her.

Grabbing her keys, she locked her front door and was back inside her car, back on the go...

She drove at a moderate speed. Streetlights lined the rain swept roads.

Her cell rang.

She quickly answered.

She sucked in air. "Son. We have to talk."

"Call later. I'm here helping Lynn...She dropped the phone, a surge of jealousy burned her up.

She already lost her son to Dime, Lou Jackson and Jonathan Waters and she'd be damned if she lost him to Lynn Waters.

Her deceptive smile was obvious.

Lynn, how soon we forget...

She called Charles, pulling over on the side of the road.

"I'll do it. I'll be Marcus character witness."