Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 256

“That’s what Ana says. But I’ve only just learned to love her…” I trail off, unwilling to voice the rest of

my thought.

“How can you love someone else, too?” Flynn finishes the sentence for me.

My smile is bleak.

“Christian, knowing your extraordinary need to protect and provide for those who are close to you,

those you love, there’s no doubt in my mind that you have an innate capacity to love your own child.”

“I hope you’re right.”

John allows himself a small smile. “We’ll see. You’ll find out in a few months. How are you feeling about

Mrs. Lincoln?”

“As if that chapter’s closed.”

Flynn nods.

“I think it helps that I told Ana everything. How it all began and how it all ended. It feels complete.”

“Sounds like it. Any regrets?”

I blow out a breath. “Telling Ana? No. None. Severing my relationship with Elena… Yes. No…”

John purses his lips and I add quickly, “I know you don’t agree. I know what Elena and I did was

wrong…what she did was wrong. Her behavior was predatory—I understand that now, but I don’t

wholly regret it. How can I? I’ve always believed she was what I needed at the time. She taught me so

much.”

He sighs. “She took advantage of a vulnerable adolescent, Christian. You can’t dodge that truth.”

I stare at him.

He’s not wrong.

But I’m not prepared to admit that…yet.

“Give me time,” I state quietly.

He nods. “No doubt we’ll keep coming back to this, so let’s give you some time and we can dig into that

again when you’re ready.” He blows out a breath. “I’d like to ask you about the conversation with your

parents with regard to your foster placement. How that felt?”

“Strange, for several reasons.”

“Please, elaborate.”

“First of all, I was stunned they were so quick to respond to my call for help.”

“Have they not done that before?”

“Well, yes, they have. My mom was really helpful with Ray, when he was in an accident.”

“But that’s different. She’s a doctor.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure I’ve ever asked them about something so personal before. I think I gave up trying a

long time ago. As you know, in my teens, I had a difficult relationship with both of them. And they were

so disappointed and disapproving after I dropped out of Harvard.”

Flynn nods. “But as a parent you always think you know what’s best for your child. It’s a lesson worth

remembering. Dropping out obviously did you no harm.”

“But the other evening when they came over, they were more than helpful. They brought all that stuff

with them.” I point to the manilla folder that Flynn has already leafed through. He reaches for the

photograph of the Collier family and their two foster children.

“And that’s Hyde?” He indicates the truculent red-haired boy.

I nod.

“And you. The smallest kid.”

“Yes.”

“It must have been very unsettling for you, not to remember this time.”

“It was.”

“Do you remember more now?”

“Yes. I think it was my mother’s reassurance, that I came to no harm in the foster family’s care, that

was the most comforting. It enabled me to let the memories in. Before then, my imagination went wild. I

was scared to remember. You know…when you don’t know.”

“Yes. I understand. You believe her?”

“Yes. The recollections I do have are all good.”

“And what of Kristian Pusztai?”

I sigh. “He’s no more.”

Flynn’s brow creases. “Are you sure?”

I scoff. “No. But I think it’s time I grew up and left him behind. My wife told me in no uncertain terms that This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I need to grow up and smell the fucking coffee.”

Flynn snorts. “Did she, now? Have you told her? About this?” He holds up my birth certificate.

“No.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “She knows me as Christian Grey.”

John considers my response. “That child is part of you.”

“I know. But I want to keep him to myself for a little while longer. Get used to him.”

“Will you tell her?”

“One day. Sure.”

“You’ve only known about him for a few days. I think you’re entitled to keep him to yourself for as long

as you want, Christian. Learn to love him. Forgive him. It’s in your power to do so.”

I gasp as the full weight of Flynn’s words blindside me.

Forgive him.

“What did he do that requires forgiveness?” I whisper.

John smiles at me, kindly. “He survived.”

I’m frozen. Staring at him.

“And his poor mother didn’t. You might want to direct some of your forgiveness at her, too.”

I gaze at him for what feels like minutes, then I glance at the clock. “Okay.” I blow out a breath, relieved

we’re done. “As ever, you’ve given me a great deal to think about.”

“Good. That’s my job. We still have so much to discuss, but I’m sorry, we’re out of time.”

“We’re getting there, surely?” I ask.

Flynn’s grin is amicable. “Slowly. Now we’re at this point, your attachment issues alone could fill a

year.”

I laugh. “I know.”

“But you’re beginning to open up to your wife. Making yourself vulnerable. These are giant steps.”

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