Brooke's Point of View
I don't know when I came to realize that I did want to be adopted by Jane. That I wanted to become a part of Sam's family. I guess that it was actually this morning, after my talk with Sam. I realized that, yes, I wanted Jane around. She was great. She was everything I imagined my mom would be.
But… now that I think about it. I wasn't sure that was the main reason. I mean, that reason by itself was almost enough to make me want to go along with this. But what if there was something more. I realized this morning I was drawn to Sam. I don't know how, or why. I wanted Sam to be a part of my life, no matter what. This was another way of ensuring it.
Of course, Sam was pissed about it. I knew she would be. Couldn't really blame her for it either. I mean, I betrayed her. Hung her out to dry so to speak. Now she looks really… really… really bad and I look good, like a rose.
So naturally she dragged me aside first chance she got. We really got into it, and I realized that she thought I was trying to steal Jane away. I realized that it could look like that, that I wanted to steal her Mom. But I didn't want to steal Jane. I wanted to share her. Jane had enough love to go around, and so did my dad. Why couldn't Sam see that?
And as I spoke about Jane, about my own mom, I realized something. That I was finally ready to let go. Let go of my Mom. No… let go of the woman who called herself my mother. Because she was NOT my Mom. I said so to Sam, and I like to think that she understood me. What I was saying that is.
It was only after I was walking away I realized I said nothing that would abate her fears. But it was too late. I couldn't go back now. I couldn't stand in front of Sam again.
Then I realized something else. I had agreed with Jane that I would help her with the wedding tonight. That I was going to spend time with her. And that I hadn't told Sam still, as I'd planned too. This was not a good idea… but I couldn't stop myself, as I took off for home.
