Disclaimer:
I don't own Max Guevara, Logan Cale, etc. I'm not using this for money. Yatsa, Yatsa, and Yatsa.
Claimer:
I own Kairos Quibilah.
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Love, Maxine
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Hannah Sukova peered into the room. Thirty-six year old Marisol Catalina Guevara sat against the wall on her bed, clutching to her chest, a doll.
The doctor standing next to Hannah looked from Marisol to the other woman, "She's been like this since the baby was taken. All she does is sit there and hold the doll. Named it Mi Amora."
Hannah nodded, "Can I talked to her?"
"She probably won't answer you."
"That's okay." She said, walking into the room. She pulled a chair up to face the woman, "I doubt you'd remember me, Marisol, but I remember you well."
The woman's eyes wandered to Hannah.
"I know your daughter." She sighed, "Her name is Maxine. Maxine Guevara. She asked me to bring you a letter. I'll read it, okay?" She stood up and pulled the letter out of her pocket, and then sat down again, "Dear Mom, " She began, "Hi. This is Maxine, your daughter. Anyway, I asked Hannah to give this to you. I wish I could come see you, but it's too dangerous for me. I wanted to tell you I'm okay, and I forgive you for everything I ever blamed you for. I haven't even met you, but I love you. Maybe one day we'll meet and you can tell my sister, Kairos, about her mother, Elizabeth. I have to go now. Love, Maxine."
Marisol began to blink profusely, as though she were crying. She looked down at the doll and placed it down on the bed, before reaching to hug Hannah.
"Thank you for beginning me that." Marisol whispered into Hannah's ear, "If you see her, tell her I love her too." She let go of the woman.
"I will." Hannah replied, placing the letter into Marisol's hands. She smiled to her, and left the room.
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Cassie Jamie