Chapter One
On a stormy Tuesday morning, Angela Rizzoli lay on her hospital bed thoroughly exhausted. She breathed heavily, trying to regulate her breathing after the grueling 12 hours of labor her little bundle of joy had put her through. She sat watching as a nurse flitted about her bedside, dabbing Angela's forehead and encouraging her to drink water. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, until she felt something being placed in her arms. She looked down to see these cute little eyes staring up at her. A small mess of dark curls peaked out from underneath the pink blanket.
"Hey, little Janie. I'm your mommy. You're so precious, baby girl." Angela cooed as Jane squirmed in her arms. Jane's little eyes closed and she was asleep.
"Ang? Can I see my daughter?" Frank Rizzoli asked as he stepped into the hospital room.
"Look at her, Frank. That's our little girl. Jane Clementine Rizzoli. Isn't she just precious?"
"Yes, she's adorable, Ang. Look, I just got an emergency call, and I gotta go to work."
"Frank! Your daughter was just born! And now, you're going to work?!" she shout-whispered.
"And who's paying the bills for that baby?!"
"Fine. Fine, just go." she said tiredly.
He walked quickly out of the room without a look back, or even a goodbye. Angela sighed and stared lovingly down at her beautiful daughter. She carefully removed her sleeping daughter's arm from underneath the blanket. On her light-olive skin, directly on her right wrist was a letter in black: M.
"I hope you find your M, baby girl." Angela said, sighing. She glanced down at her own right wrist and sighed again. She felt tears roll down her cheeks as she stared at the name written there: Sean.