Legacy

[rabidsamfan]

For a moment the resemblance was astonishing, and then the boy grinned and fell into rambunctious conversation with his cousins, becoming only one of the many. If his hair was sandier or his eyes a lighter hazel it hardly mattered in that crowd. But I caught Mrs. Forrester's eye and she turned hastily away. It was only later that she admitted to the adoption – a substitute babe for her daughter's lost child, a substitute mother for a babe whose own had gone reluctant to the grave, and whose father could not keep him.

But they kept the name. John Sherlock.