Chapter 2: Surprises and Memories
Abby! No, I was wrong. I had to be. I shimmied on my stomach to the edge of the shadow to get a closer look. Oh my god! It was her. Why the fuck was aunt Abby here, in Joe Solomon's office. God dammit! All these things were running through my head until I was pulled out of my daze by aunt Abby's voice. I held in the breath I was just taking. Did she see me?!
"Who was it?" she asked my CoveOps teacher. I slowly let out my breath. Neither of them had seen me. At least, they weren't letting on that they knew I was here.
"Probably just Cammie and her friends pranking us. Next time I'll throw a smoke bomb out there." he said while smiling at my aunt. She was smiling back. Aww! Puppy love. I smiled. I suddenly remembered what Joe said. My smile widened. He was right about one thing. It was me. Except, I wasn't here with my friends or pulling a prank. I was here to get the folder. The folder I had seen Mr. Solomon receive from my mother the day I was in her office for our weekly Sunday dinner. They acted like it was nothing. Like it was just another outline being approved for a CoveOps mission, but I could see it in his eyes. The worry and fear, usually masked so well. As much as I loved the fact that I had outsmarted him, it disappointed me that my godfather was getting sloppy.
Okay, so you guys are probably really confused right about now. I mean I was talking about my CoveOps teacher, Mr. Solomon, and now I was suddenly talking about my godfather. So, let me clear this up for you right here, right now. Joe Solomon a.k.a Mr. Solomon is my godfather. I don't know how or why but he and my father, Matthew Morgan, were best friends as kids. They stayed best friends throughout the years. Until… that day. The day we got the call.
When I was around eight years old my mom got a call from the director, of the CIA, saying that the mission my dad had been sent on was being revoked. Due to the fact that… my dad… was missing. That was the day my dad was declared MIA. After that day, Joe has been my father figure… the man in the house. We grew closer through every mission, and argument. I was allowed to call him Joe and hug him, but only outside of class. According to him, it wouldn't be 'professional.'
I slinked back into the far corner off the shadow. Thinking. I remember how whenever I asked my mom for the full story of my dad's disappearance she would smile sadly and her eyes would glaze over. Then, she would repeat the story she told me over and over again. I could feel it, her emotion, and I knew it was real. But the story, there was something wrong about it. Maybe it was the fact that it seemed too rehearsed, that it was exactly the same every single time she told it or that she wasn't able to tell me the details of the mission he was on because it was 'classified', even though the case had been shut down. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Though I had my suspicions, I believed the story. Because the emotions my mom had were not fake, and I knew that my dad went MIA, there was just something more behind it. I felt a tear slowly make its way down my eyes and drop over the curve of my top lip. I quickly wiped it away. I had work to do.
