"Come on, let's get you home," Jonas pulled Liz up off the curb and towards the car.
"But...But what about your dad?" Liz sniffled in confusion. She didn't want the old man she admired so much to be worried.
"I told him good bye before I left to find you," Jonas said, grabbing his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the doors. "He understood why you were upset and he wishes he didn't ask you that really personal question."
"Oh," Liz said inncoently. She didn't want Mr. Rayburn to be mad at himself because he had asked about Emma.
"Well," she spoke after a few minutes of riding in silence. "It was probably a good thing, you know, him asking about Emma. I haven't been remembering her lately."
"Remembering her?" Jonas was confused.
"Ya," Liz answered, focusing on her nails. "That's what I call thinking about her, or going to visit her, and I just haven't done it lately."
Jonas rubbed his chin in deep thought. "Do you visit her at the cemetery?"
"Ya."
"That's nice."
"Not really."
Jonas felt the blush come to his cheeks. Liz just made him tongue tied. He never knew what to say around her.
"Why don't we go see her now?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't start crying again.
"Oh...ok," she answered, feeling her heart race a little. Emma was effecting her even when she was dead.
...
"Wh-what?" Bex was clearly astonished. She would never had known that such a mystery was happening around Macey.
"Ya, he had introduced me to her and asked where my husband was and I said he was sick, and then I didn't see them again..." Macey bore into her everlasting memory of him.
"What was her name?" Bex asked thinking of a plan.
"Whose?" Macey snapped out of her memories and back into the real world, where she knew Pete would be gone forever.
"His wife's."
"Why?"
"Because I have a plan!"
"Why?"
Bex sighed. "Ugh, did they ever arrest her for his murder?"
"No," Macey said, annoyance stealing every syllable.
"Ok, then I am going to need her name," Bex pleaded. She didn't know why Macey would be this apprehensive about giving out the woman's name. It wasn't like Bex was going to go out and kill the crazy girl. Although...no, she couldn't do that.
"Ok it's Olivia North."
"Aw, that's kind of pretty," Bex thought out loud.
"No it's not," Macey snapped back at her friend.
Bex rolled her eyes. "Ok, first thing tomorrow, we will go looking for this chick and ask her a few questions. I will be at your place around 10, is that ok?"
"Ya," Macey nodded. "I'll have Liz track down her new address."
Bex squealed. "You live with Liz?"
"Ya," Macey shrugged.
"I haven't see her in forever!"
"Ya, just be at our apartment by 10. Ill text you the address later," Macey stood up and casually left the cafe with her coffee, not saying good bye to Bex.
"Well, I guess this chick really is a bitc-" she huffed.
"Shh!" A waitress said while walking past her.
"Sorry!" she muttered.
...
"Zach, should we get her something to eat...or drink before we get on the plane?" Cammie asked Zach as they rode to the airport in the cab that he had hailed.
"Ya, I guess so," he shurgged.
"Well we can't let her starve on a long flight," Cammie said, glancing down at the still sleeping baby in her arms.
"It's a good thing I'm here Isabella, or else Zach-your dad-wouldn't know what to do with you," she spoke to the child, making Zach huff beside her.
"I could totally take care of her alone," he tried to convince her.
Cammie shook her head. "There is no way."
"I could," he repeated.
"You know she also needs diapers, a toy or two and clothes," she grinned, knowing the expenses would be coming out of his wallet.
"Ya...I didn't think about that," he admitted, looking out the window to avoid Cammie's triumphant glare.
"And we need all of this before we get on that plane. Do you want us to look like bad parents?"
"Sir? Please take us to the nearest...baby store," Zach leaded forward and told the driver while Cammie smirked.
...
"I have never even been around kids in my entire life and I know how to handle one better than you," Cammie kept saying as they waited for the plane to take off. They had found a children's store and had gotten Isabella everything she would need on the flight. Two bottles, a stuffed hippo and a book and a cute new dress that Cammie adored.
"Ya Cam, I know are an awesome parent, so can you just give it up now?" Zach looked at her annoyed.
"Geez, I am sorry that I just have been doing everything for h-"
"What an adorable baby!" an old woman told them in Italian. "You make such a cute family!"
"We aren-" Cammie was inturrupted again.
"Grazie," Zach said to the woman as she kept walking down the isle.
"Zach, we aren't really a family..." Cammie stammered, hoping it wouldn't make things awkward between them.
"I know..." he sighed heavily.
"Sooo...can you tell me about Isabella now?" she asked him, as the little girl played with her hippo.
"Well, she is nine and half months old. At the orphanage they called her Izzy...have you ever noticed what color her eyes are?"
Cammie scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and looked at the baby's wide open eyes. "They are dark blue..."
"And remember at the resturaunt when you said Bill was looking at us?" Zach asked, hoping she would place the pieces together.
She gasped. "They were dark blue..."