Anything italicized is someone's thought bubble or they're singing
It was definitely a rough day for Police Officer Mike Munroe. He had been single for a while, and his work was getting the best of him.
After the incident on Mt. Washington, Mike and Jessica Scott had broken up for reasons, one being they needed space and time to heal from the tragic event. But he kept the feeling of joy when he found a new piece of evidence linking to his old friends, and a girl he once found cute, disappearance. He was still upset that they were gone, but he liked solving the mystery.
It was troubling to say the least, finding out that Hannah Washington didn't die in a deadly fall, but was slowly becoming a Wendigo, a flesh eating monster that had almost killed him and his friends. Well, they managed to get Josh.
As Mike sat on the couch, growing more and more tired as he watched TV, he was thinking back to a previous relationship. He hadn't seen her in 9 months, and he was starting to get worried about her. He took a swig of his beer as he thought of that night with her, with the TV blaring in his ears.
"Maybe it was too soon for her." He began to say to himself. "I mean...I didn't even get her last name." Just as he said this, there was a knock at the front door. He set down his beer on the coffee table, before heading towards the front door. The doorbell rang now as he called that he was on his way.
As he approached it, he heard feet scurrying away from his place as he opened it up, not seeing anyone there. He looked around, before hearing a coo below him. He looked down, seeing a little basket with a pale pink blanket inside it...and a small baby under the fuzzy item.
Mike was surprised as he bent down to the little bundle, before he carefully picked her up in his arms. He noticed a small folded piece of paper at the bottom of the basket, making him pick it up and read it to himself.
'Mike,
I know it's been 9 months since we last spoke. But I had a secret I was too afraid to tell you. So I kept it hidden, and waited for her to be born. Now here she is. I didn't name her yet, I'll let you do that. I know you had a name in mind if you ever had a girl someday. So now is your chance.
I know you said I could always have given up any child I'd have for adoption. But I couldn't just take her away from you. I know you will protect her like a father can.
I'm sorry I can't be apart of her life. Something actually came up to where I am unable to take care of her, or see her. So please...keep her safe.
Goodbye,
Lucine Swallow'
Mike re-read the note before noticing an obituary at the bottom of the basket as well, showing a picture of Lucine Swallow, with ber birthdate, and death date underneath it.
"I don't..." He began before he read the obit a little more. It said that Lucine died after she gave birth to her unnamed daughter on April 25. "...oh Lucine." He said with a sigh before the baby girl in his arms cooed again, making him look at her and smile.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's got you." He said as he stood up from the place he had kneeled down at. He looked up at the stars in the night sky, making the navy canvas sparkle even more, as what he was naming the little girl came into his head.
"Tomorrow we go to the hospital and get your birth certifcate fixed up." He said as he looked back at his baby girl. "What do you say...Hannah?"