Page 37 of This Is Law 3

People might wonder why Sevyn didn’t have his mom come along this morning to witness us tie the knot again, but I was one of the ones that understood why Law moved the way that he did when it came to his mom.

Solace was one of those things that he kept guarded.

I felt like she was the one thing in this life that he held tighter than anyone, or anything.

From the outside looking in, most people might view the mental facility that she’s living in as a sad, scary place, but Law looked at it as her safety.

There, she had structure, and the nurses worked day in, day out with her to make sure that she could have some kind of peace.

The outside world could be a cruel place to her, and one of her triggers, since the outside world is where she experienced her heart break by losing her husband.

In the past, Law took her out of the facility, just to give her a change of scenery, mainly on holidays like her birthday, thanksgiving, Christmas, but it never ended well.

A lot of things were too much for Solace.

The smallest things like someone honking a horn, loud noise, and car doors slamming would trigger her badly.

When she would get triggered like that, she would have these episodes where she would get completely out of her body, screaming, and crying, so it’s just over the years, Law had to accept the fact that somethings just had to be left untouched.

As badly as I knew he would have loved to have his mom with him, living with him, he understood why he couldn’t do it.

We eventually pulled up to the facility, and Law parked his car in the parking lot.

I sat, waiting for him to come around, and open the door for me because I knew that he would be ready to tussle if I opened the door on my own.

He came around, opened it, and reached his hand out for me.

I grabbed his hand, stepped out, and the boys were standing there, waiting patiently.

We started walking in, and the second we made it inside, the receptionist that sat at the front desk immediately started giving out compliments to us, telling us how nice we looked.

I found myself getting little chill bumps on my body because I haven’t been here in a while.

Throughout our divorce, I think I might have come down and sat with Solace 3 or 4 times.

Coming down to see her has always been something that was a little hard for me, but I would still do it.

This version of her was the only version of her that I knew.

I didn’t know the version of Solace that used to be in her right mind.

That version was told to me from other people, mainly from Dutch because he had years of memories with her because of her relationship with Knox.

It was one of those sad feelings that you would get when you came down here because you would always wish that you would have known the version of her before this.

From all the stories that I heard about her, I just knew that Solace would have been my girl.

I knew we would have been the best mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo that the world has ever seen.

When Law pissed me off, I knew that I would be calling her, telling her everything that her son did, and passing the phone to him, so that she could curse him out.

Even though we didn’t have that, Solace, and I have always clicked. That was my girl.

We made it to the back, walking the hallways, heading for her room. Every nurse, or any other staff member that we passed to get to her room, they all complimented us, letting us know the beautiful family that we were.

The boys were walking ahead of us, and because of the number of times they’d been here to see their grandmother, they knew which door belonged to her. They quickly walked in, leading the way, and Law and I went in right behind them.

We found Solace sitting in her rocking chair, and she was holding a soft plastic frame in her hand, and from where we stood, you could look at it and tell that it was an old picture of her, and Knox.

Law caught what she was doing too, so just using his reflexes, he grabbed both the boys back, so that they didn’t walk in on her, and disturb the moment that she was having.

The four of us stayed to the back, where she wouldn’t be able to see us, and we could hear her sniffling. I knew from that sniffle that she was crying.

“You left me,” I heard her whisper, and I swear those three words shattered me.

I could hear the hurt, the quiver in her voice, along with the pain.

I looked over at Law, and he looked angry.

I knew where the anger came from because now, he knew who was responsible for killing his father, and putting this hurt on his mother like this.

“You really left me, Knox. Left me out here all alone,” she spoke again. My heart went into my throat. As much as I tried not to shed tears, I couldn’t. That was too painful for me to hear, so I ended up dropping my head, and silent tears fell from my eyes.

Legend walked over to me, and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Why Knox? Why would you do this to me? Leave me here all alone. I would have gone with you. I would have left with you,” she kept saying over, and over, and then you could fully hear the breakdown that she started having.

Even with the hug that my son was giving me, I was able to lift my hand up, and I put it on Law’s shoulder, pretty much shoving him, telling him to go be there for his mom.

He quickly walked away, and he went over there to her. That’s when I got myself together, kissed my son on his cheek, and he removed himself from standing in front of me.

“Me, and Creed going to wait out in the lobby area. This too sad for me,” Legend expressed, his voice cracking a little bit, as he told me that.

Creed agreed with his brother, and they didn’t even wait for a response from me because they quickly left out of the room.

I knew that the two of them didn’t like being around sad situations, and they for sure didn’t like coming down here, and seeing their grandmother act like this, so I fully understood why they wanted to leave.

I dried my face as best as I could, and then I walked further into the room.

Law was standing up, and Solace was up as well, still with the picture in her hand, as her tiny body was pressed against her son, and he was cradling her head on his chest, allowing her to get it out.

Solace couldn’t have been more than 95 pounds, so standing in front of her boy, she made Law look like a giant.

From the old pictures that I’ve seen of her, she’s always had a slim frame, but even back then, she wasn’t this small.

Her body looked so fragile, and weak, as she stood up, having her moment.

I walked over to them, and while Law held her by the back of her head, smoothing her hair down, I put my hand on her back, rubbing it in a circular motion.

As she was crying, her eyes peeked up at me, just to see who I was, and when she saw that it was me standing here, I watched the way her eyes settled a little bit, but she continued to cry out loud.

“They killed my husband. They took my husband from me. You gotta find out who did this son. You got to,” she kept saying over, and over.

Law looked down at me, and I could tell that he was questioning me with his eyes on whether he should tell his mom the truth.

I didn’t want to be the one to tell him yes or no because if I told him to just go ahead, and tell her, and if she flipped out, I didn’t want the blame placed on me.

I gave him a look back, keeping my eyes tight, telling him that he was going to have to be the one to make that decision.

“I found out who did it, ma. It’s going to get handled.

I promise,” Law shocked me with his words.

I didn’t think that he would ever tell her.

When he came down here to see her a couple of weeks ago, I remember him coming back home to me that evening, saying how he wasn’t going to ever tell her the truth.

The day he came down to see her, he kept saying how she had been in a good mood that day, how she did yoga, and allowed the staff here to do her hair and nails.

Law went on about always wanting to see her in a good mood like that and only wanting to see her progressing mentally.

He felt like if he exposed the truth to her, telling her that it had been Dutch all along, that it would mentally set her back.

She pushed herself away from him, and her hands went on her small hips. In this moment, it felt like it was me, and Law going at it because that was exactly the same look that I would give him right when the two of us are getting ready to butt heads.

“Who?” she snapped. Solace naturally had a small, soft voice, but when she questioned Law, it was like her voice had bass to it because the walls damn near shook. Sevyn picked his hand up, and he ran it down his face.

He looked scared, too. He was standing in front of a woman that he was damn near twice her size, yet he had the nerve to be standing there, looking as if she was going to beat his ass once he delivered the news.

“It was Dutch,” he released, and after he revealed it, her eyes grew wide.

She looked everywhere in the room. She even looked at me for a few seconds, as if she was taking in what was just revealed to her, and then she looked up at her son again.

She stepped closer to him, took a deep breath, and then she started wilding.

Her hands swung all over the place, going in on him, and Law stood there, eating those slaps up, not even bothering to fight back, but after one slap too many, and when she started screaming and crying, that’s when he went to restrain her.

Nurses rushed into the room because they could hear the commotion. They instantly went for Solace, trying to get her off Sevyn.