Bobbie Spencer was on her way to lunch when she heard herself being paged.

She sighed and reached for the staff phone on the wall and called the front desk. Elizabeth Webber picked up.

"Liz, it's me," Bobbie said, "I was on my way out, what's up?"

"There is someone here to see you" Liz said softly, "A Ms.Wilcox, who works for the state of Florida. Want me to get rid of her?

"No, I will be there in just a second" Bobbie told her. "Just ask her to wait"

"Ok" Liz replied.

Bobbie put the phone up and headed for the lobby. Liz nodded discreetly to the woman when she caught sight of Bobbie. Ms.Wilcox didn't look much older than Bobbie's son Lucas. She was wearing a pinstripe pantsuit and horn rim glasses.

"Ms Wilcox" Bobbie said tapping the young woman on the shoulder.

Ms.Wilcox stood up and smiled at Bobbie. "Are you Barbara Jean Spencer?"

"I am" Bobbie confirmed, "How can I help you?"

Ms.Wilcox pushed her glasses up on her nose. "Well, I have come on an issue of the utmost importance. But I would be more comfortable discussing this in private"

Bobbie nodded and motioned for Ms.Wilcox to follow her. "I am on my lunch break, if you would like to accompany me home, we could talk there"

"That would be wonderful." Ms.Wilcox said gratefully, following Bobbie into the elevator.

"Thank you" Ms.Wilcox said taking the coffee from Bobbie. "I appreciate your hospitality.

"Not a problem" Bobbie assured her. "Now, how can I help you"?

"I work for children's welfare services in the state of Florida" Ms.Wilcox started. "Last year a case fell into my lap, it seemed routine but at close look something was off"

"Go on" Bobbie prompted.

"A little girl, actually a 15 year old girl, came into the system and processed for adoption," Ms.Wilcox continued. "She was entered under the name of Helen Lowery, her father, Wayne Lowery was incarcerated. In a situation occurs like this, when one parent is placed in the prison system, leaving a minor we have to make a good faith effort to contact the mother." Ms.Wilcox took a breath and reached for her briefcase, she pulled out a manila folder. "The information stated Helen's mother was deceased, and my investigation should have stopped there but I noticed something" She pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to Bobbie. "The signature on this death certificate was coroner Marcus Levy, but in 1990 Marcus Levy was not coroner, he did not become coroner until 1991."

"So, the death certificate was a fake" Bobbie supplied.

"Yes, I thought so" Ms.Wilcox told her. "I checked further, finding out that Helen's mother was admitted to the county hospital on March 16 1990 gave birth 12 hours later, and checked out on march 17 1990 without her baby"

"That doesn't make sense," Bobbie mumbled.

"No, I researched the young girl who was admitted" Ms.Wilcox started. "She graduated from J.F.K high School in 1994. She didn't get into trouble, except for a scandal when she was 16. She graduated with honors and dropped off the planet. The only trail she left was a letter, a letter addressed to you"

"Me?" Bobbie asked.

"Yes" Ms.Wilcox stated. "Her name is Caroline Benson and she is your biological daughter. In the letter she stated she was coming here to see you, apparently she never mailed the letter. I found it in a box of her things, a neighbor at the trailer park kept them for her."

"Carly cannot be her mother, there's no way" Bobbie said. "She would have mentioned it to me or... someone"

"I really need to speak with Ms.Benson" Ms.Wilcox said. "Is there anyway I could talk to her. Is she still in town, do you have a forwarding address?"

Bobbie grew quiet for a moment. "I will take you to her, the only request I have is you let me go with you. I don't want Carly to be overwhelmed."

"That would be fine, when could you take me?" Ms.Wilcox asked.

Bobbie looked at her watch. "Meet me at the hospital at 8:00, that's when my shift ends. I will take you then."

"Thank you for your time and your help, Ms Spencer" Ms.Wilcox as Bobbie walked her out.

Bobbie nodded curtly and returned to the hospital.