Letty's P.O.V

My conscious takes my mind back to into the past. Back to when I was younger, I looked like I was eighteen. I was in the hospital, holding my baby girl. She was wrapped in a pink blanket, curled up in her own little ball to keep herself warm. Her little head was covered with brown hair and her little eyes were open. She held my pinky finger with her whole hand and she didn't want to let go. Her little bitty grip was so strong. Just like me and her daddy. I know that I'm making the right choice. She can have a better life this way. This is the hardest choice I had to make on my own. But I know Dom wouldn't want our child involved with the mess we made. The people adopting her are good people. Even though I met them only a few weeks ago, they saw that I was hurting letting her go. They promised to send me pictures of her so I know that she's okay. One day, when she's ready and wants to ever meet me, she'll understand why I'm doing this. To give her what I can't, to keep her safe. I got her a small silver baby chain with a small silver cross. To remember where she came from and that she is always apart of my life.

"I know you're going to have a lot of questions when you get older. But I want you to know that I love you and I'm giving you the best chance. Where ever you are, I will always be with you."

I kiss her forehead and look at her for a while longer when the doctor walks in.

"Letty, it's time."

I wake up and everything is all hazy and blurry. I feel the cushions from under me and realize I'm on a couch. I look around and the room is all dark. There's a light coming from the ceiling and the walls are all black. There was a light coming from the corner of my eye and see a window, like the ones on a plane. I try getting up but I'm hit with a wave a pain from when I fell.

"Where the hell am I?"

"40,000 feet in the air."

I jump at the sound of a voice coming from the other side of the room. I look to see the face of a girl with my light caramel skin. Her brown hair ran down pass her shoulders. My heart jumps when I see what's around her neck. The small silver cross that I placed around my baby's hand sixteen years ago was on this girl. This girl sitting in front of me was my baby. My daughter was a young woman. She looked so much like me when I was her age and she had the eyes of her father. I don't know what to say to her. I don't know if she hates me or is relieved to see me alive. She's probably been scared through this whole ordeal and is absolutely terrified. I sit up and look at her trying to get my words out.

"How long have I been here?"

"They put you in here about an hour ago."

"So I'm guessing you already know who I am."

"Yeah, my dad gave me half of the story."

"This wasn't how I saw you meeting me. You should never have been thrown into this mess."

"Well I knew you my parents were kick ass so I guess it comes with the territory."

"You've been looking for us?"

"My parents told me I was adopted when you uh "died". So I decided to look for my dad. I'm guessing they found me looking online."

She was so smart and calm. I honestly thought she would be scared and paniced by Cipher and her lackies. But she's a tough cookie. There's no doubt in my mind, she's definetely our daughter. She probably has a lot of questions she wants answered and I want to answer them.

"So, what do you want to know?"

"Everything."

I don't know how long we have until someone came in or how she would react but she deserved to know the truth.

"I don't know where to start so here it is."

Sorry for the long update and short chapter. There's more to the story that I want to save later chapters.

Coming Up: Letty's first meeting with Daniella continued and her confronting Dom.