Lane's POV
Around 9pm I heard the doorbell. Then I heard someone walking up the stairs.
'Open up. It's me.' Ryan knocked on the door.
MJ looked up from her desk. She was drawing something as always. So I went to the door and let Ryan in.
'OK. One of you better tell me what's wrong. And don't say 'nothing'.' Ryan went to Megan's bed and pulled a camp bed that was under it. We always keep it there because Ryan spends most of his time here.
'Drop the bomb. Tell him the big news.' MJ stopped drawing and turned around.
'We're adopted.' I announced and sat on my bed.
'Wow.' Ryan put his bed between ours and lay down. 'I really missed a lot, didn't I? I'll need a little explanation.'
I was about to begin but MJ started first. It surprised me but I was glad that she was willing to talk about it.
'You really went through a lot. Are you OK?' Ryan asked after Megan finished talking.
'We're trying.' MJ smiled for a first time since yesterday.
'I would be a total mess if that happened to me.'
'You had to see us last night.' I said half-smiling.
'Do you know something about your real parents?' Ryan asked.
'Yesterday I didn't even want to think about them. They had abandoned us and never looked back.' MJ sat in her bed and looked at us. 'But now I think I would like to meet them. They probably had their reasons to do it. Hell, maybe they're dead and that's why we're here now.'
'So you have nothing.' Ryan said. 'Not even names.'
'No.' MJ actually looked sad. I think she was ready to open the box.
'Well, we might have something.'
Megan's POV
I looked at my brother. 'What are you hiding?'
'It can be nothing but…' he reached under his bed and pulled out a small wooden box. 'Mom and dad gave it to me yesterday. They were told that the box was left from our mother.'
'And you were silent about it all day?' I was already sitting next to Lane, watching the box. Ryan sat behind us.
'You were grumpy all day, I wasn't sure if you were ready. Let's open it now.'
'If you don't want me to watch you open it, I'll understand.' Ryan said, ready to leave.
'Hey, you're practically our family. We have no secrets from you.' I said and touched the box.
'3…2…1…Go!' We counted and opened the box. There was a letter in it. Everyone silently began reading it.
"Hi. I know that when you read this you're probably going to be mad at me and your father. I want you to know that I never wanted this to happen. I always wanted to be a mom. You and your father were the best thing that ever happened to me. I can only imagine how beautiful you grew up. Whatever you're doing right now, I'm proud of you.
The worst moment in my life was when I had to leave you. I had to. Because your father's job is dangerous. He's the kindest and bravest man I've ever met. But he wouldn't be able to give you the life you deserve. And I want you to be safe and happy.
When you read this, I'll probably be dead. Don't try to reach your father. I've always loved you and I continue to love you."
Tears started streaming down my face at the beginning of the letter. I looked at Lane. His face was wet too.
'She had her reasons.' Ryan commented.
I looked at him angrily. 'That's not a reason, that's an excuse. She was too afraid to be a mother. It's not fair. And how dangerous can a job be? Is our dad part of the mafia? Or a top secret spy?'
'Hey, don't kill me! And by the way it's absolutely possible.'
'There's a photo.' Lane cut us out. He picked up the photo. We saw a man hugging a woman. The man was very tall and had long brown hair. The woman was short with short black hair.
'You both are mini versions of your father. Lane got his haircut.' Ryan tried to make a joke. 'At least now we know why you have green eyes. Both your parents have blue eyes and it's almost impossible for blue eyed parents to have green or brown eyed child.'
'You and your odd facts.' Lane shook his head and looked at the photo again.
'So that's how our parents look like.' I smiled lightly and touched the photo. 'They look happy. I wonder what went wrong in their relationship.'
'So we still have no names.' Ryan concluded. 'Lane, why don't you run down their faces with your new program?'
'Yes, please! Do it!'
'OK, fine.' He wasn't happy about it but started typing on his computer.
Lane is a computer genius. He can hack everything. Recently he installed a facial recognition program. He said that it's an old version of the one that the FBI have. I wonder how he didn't get caught. But he would never do anything bad. He wants to become a detective so that he can use his computer skills for good. And maybe because he wanted to be like our dad who is a detective for the Seattle police.
'I got a match on our mom!' Lane shouted and printed out a file. 'Her name is Michelle Richards. She's from Sacramento and she… has been dead for eleven years now.'
The news hit me unprepared. I felt bad and dizzy. I would never know my mom. I would never hear her calling my name. I would never feel her.
'Megan, are you OK?' Ryan was concerned about me.
'Yeah, I'm perfect. Just found out that my mother's dead but I'm doing great.' I said, trying so hard not to cry.
'I got a hit on our father too!' Lane said. 'His name is Sam Winchester! He…'
Suddenly Lane's computer stopped working and the screen went black.
'Oh, no! Not again! Not now!' Lane started pushing buttons but nothing happened.
'What's wrong?' Ryan asked.
'The damn thing broke again. I need a new laptop.' He shook his head in disbelief. 'It would take me a few days to fix it. But I need it now!'
'Hey, don't worry about it. We'll go to the library tomorrow. We know your father's name. Sam Winchester, right? We'll dig up everything on him. Now let's get some sleep.'
I didn't want to let go just like this and I knew Lane was thinking the same. But Ryan was right. I couldn't keep my eyes open because I didn't sleep last night. I fell asleep at the moment I smelled my pillow.