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Anastasia Grey's POV

As I stand looking out at the meadow from my bedroom window, watching three of my four children messing around, I get the usual pang of sadness.

There should be four. There should be two boys out there and two girls. Instead I watch as my twenty three year old son Teddy and my fifteen year old son Tommy, pick up Tommy's twin sister Katie and throw her in the pool.

My daughter Phoebe turns twenty one today. And it was twenty one years ago today that I felt the greatest joy a mother can have and the deepest sadness and sorrow.

For it was Twenty one years ago today that I had and then lost my daughter.

If she would have died a few hours after her birth then maybe, just maybe, I would have been able to grieve and then one day come to terms with it. But what happened to my three hour old baby was much worse.

She was taken from us.

Kidnapped while being transferred from my room to the nursery. The security person and the nurse that were taking her were both hit over the head and my daughter was snatched and we never saw her again.

I held her once. Once. One time I snuggled my little girl in my arms. One time I fed her. There is only one picture of her that I have. Its of her in my arms with Christian sat beside me, smiling down at our precious bundle.

When I was told that my daughter had been taken, my whole world stopped. And I truly believe that if it had not been for Teddy, I would have run away and never returned. Never returned to this tormented life I have led for the last twenty one years.

Its the not knowing that has slowly chipped away at me over the years. In front of people and in front of my kids, I plaster a smile on my face and make the best of everything. But when I am alone, I let my mind drift to my little girl and I wonder.

I wonder what she looks like? What her personality is like? Does she have my husbands eyes like I thought she would when I first saw her? Is she happy? Does she know that she was snatched from her family? Is she even alive?

That last thought makes the tears come as they always do. The only way I have kept sane all these years is to go by the assumption that she was snatched by a woman who could not have kids of her own who just wanted to love a child. When I let my thoughts drift to any other possibility it breaks my heart and I just want to curl into a ball and die.

I am not the only one who has suffered. My husband has been on the same journey of torment.

Christian has searched the world for our little girl. He employed every private detective he could find. He went on national television and put up a billion dollar reward for her safe return. He didn't sleep for days. He didn't eat and he neglected everything around him apart from me and Teddy. He put Grey House in the hands of Ros and he spent all day every day looking for leads on who had taken her and where she could be.

After three years of finding not one clue he went back to work at Grey House. He still employs private detectives and all of his enemy's have been tracked down and interviewed with out one single lead. Nothing. All we had was a five second CCTV clip of a woman walking out the hospital with a baby. We don't even know if it's our baby.

Our marriage suffered in the early years and I truly believe that had it been anyone but Christian and myself, we would have crumbled but our love kept us together and our bond made us strong.

When I found out a few years after Phoebe was taken that I was pregnant it was bitter sweet. Every kick I felt reminded me of Phoebe. When the doctors told us we were having twins, a boy and a girl I cried. I was worried that seeing my little girl would bring up memories of my other little girl at every turn and it did.

Whenever I look at Katie, I wonder if her big sister would look the same? I may never know but I will never give up on finding her.

I turn around when I hear foot steps and come face to face with Christian. Apart from a few grey hairs around his temple and a few lines around his eyes, he still looks the same as the day I met him.

I can tell that he has been crying. His eyes, like mine, are red rimmed.

"Hi. You OK?

"I would be lying is I said yes" He tells me and then holds his arms out for me which I gladly walk into.

"I can't believe its been 21 years" I cry softly into his chest.

"I know. I will find her one day, I promise you. If it takes me until my last breath I will find our little girl, Ana"

"I know you will. I just wish we had something, anything so we knew where to start"

"I've sent the video to this guy in Italy who is supposed to be a wiz with cleaning up distorted images. Maybe he will be able to get us a better view of her face and we can start from there"

"When I saw that blond hair on that clip I thought of Elena. I wanted to go to her house and rip her face off. It took me a good ten minutes to remember that the bitch had died a few months before"

If I had not seen her death with my own eyes I would have believed she was too evil to just die but right in the middle of a charity event that we found ourselves at, I looked a cross the room and locked eyes with her. She gave me an evil smirk but then she grimaced and clutched her chest. She was dead before she hit the floor.

"I remember that night " Christian smiles down at me "You took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, slammed it back and then said good riddance to bad rubbish. Then you dragged me to Escala and had your way with me all night"

"That I did, Mr Grey. Come on. Lets go down and spend some time with the kids. I don't want to cry anymore. Our little girl became a woman today and that is something to be celebrated so lets get the boys and Katie and head to the mile high"

"Sounds like a plan. I love you, Anastasia"

"I love you more, Christian"

Little did I know but at that moment, on the other side of the country, in a small town near the Appalachian mountains of North Carolina, my daughter was blowing out a single candle on a cupcake. As she closed her eyes and made her wish, she blew them out with only one thing on her mind. The last words that her "Mother" had said to her.

Go to Seattle.

If her answers were there. Its where she needed to be.