I am glad to see some interesting theories about Jane, you will learn more soon. ;)
10. Searches
The following days were stressful and confusing for Dr. Ogden. There was no trace of Jane, no record, no name, no doctor willing to confirm the detention of the girl in the asylum.
-William, murmured Julia sobbed while they were alone in his office, what's happening to me? I saw her, I speak to her ... and she does not exist, she...
He was then approached her and he took tenderly in his arms, kissing her forehead.
-You have been overworked and tired.
-But I had hallucinations, this is more than a burnout ... I'm mad, I ...
-I forbid you to say that, cut William putting his finger on her lips, you are not crazy.
-Then how do you explain that?
-I do not explain it.
They exchanged a glance before the door opened suddenly, before they are bothered by George, as he had done so often in the past. The young man was apologetic, and William had just put a kiss on Julia's cheek. She reassured him by a simple look and she left the office without looking back, without noticing her husband follow her with eyes until she was out of sight.
September was already well underway. The trees are adorned in their finest colors. The work wasn't lacking in the police station or even at the asylum. However, Julia was there much less often. When she did, she couldn't help but join the building where she went for months. Sometimes she would spend long, interminable minutes, lost in thought, sitting on the bed of the empty, silent room. Julia kept her look lost on that chair in front of the window. She expected to see Jane sitting one second to the next, but for weeks the girl hadn't reappeared. Since the day she wanted to introduce her to William, since the day she realized she had never existed, since that day she hadn't seen her anymore. Not once. Yet, Dr. Ogden awaiting responses tirelessly to the point of her colleagues worried about her condition. She no longer took care of any patient since that day, since she had informed her superiors of her pregnancy. Julia knew she would have to be patient, until the birth, four months later, she was getting bored.
Detective Murdoch had returned home exhausted from a long investigation that had held the post entertained for days. This is with a heavy step he climbed the three little wooden steps leading to the front door, he rushed into the house by removing his hat he immediately caught the coat rack in the hall. Then he took off his jacket and took a quick look around the house to find his wife. He frowned upon arriving in the living room, noticing the disorder that prevailed there. Scribbled papers, pencils, an empty cup of tea, a teapot, a folded blanket on the ground and the sofa cushions scattered around.
-Julia? He said he left the room quickly.
He gave another glance in the kitchen and the dining room before going upstairs. He rushed into their room and saw his wife's clothes carelessly laid on the bed. His eyes rested on the door of the bathroom adjacent, slightly open, and he walked there.
-Julia, Are you there? He asked softly as he enter.
He saw her lying in the bath, eyes closed, arms studs. He couldn't help but smile while walking towards her and Julia opened her eyes, smiling at him.
-Good evening Detective, she said in a charming voice.
-Good evening Doctor, William replied, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
He looked her in detail and when Julia's fingers entwined with his, he leaned over to kiss her tenderly.
-Water is still warm, whispered Julia slipping her fingers into the neck of William, what would you say to join me?
-I would die to do it, the day was tiring but ...
-But?
-I have not eaten since yesterday morning, I'm hungry.
-Me too, Julia muttered before kissing passionately and before he felt the hand of the young woman slip far too sensitive place to not react.
-Julia ... He said putting his hand on hers, I'm really tired tonight.
-I understand, forgive me, she said, walking away.
They even shared glances and she got up, leaving the tub quickly while William hadn't moved. She tied the belt of her robe around her and when she wanted to leave the room, he took her hand and pulled her against him. Too surprisingly, Julia didn't resist and landed between his legs. He put his hands in the small of her back and looked up at her.
-If I was not so tired, you know that I would make you love in the second.
-It is not rather because you are afraid of hurting the baby? Replied the young woman.
-It can be, admitted William looking down at her belly.
-You will not do William, I know.
-I do not want to take the risks.
-Then we will have to wait four months before you agree to be intimate with me again?
He met her eyes and gently slid his fingers under the fabric of the gown to come caress her skin.
-No, of course not, I want you so much to wait so long, but let me just enough time to know what I can do without risking injury.
-There many things you can do, said Julia, smiling shyly, but not tonight, she added.
William then plunged his face to her belly and kissed her tenderly for a long time before Julia come kiss in his hair.
-Come, I will cook you something to eat so that you can go to bed, she said softly, taking his hand to lead out of the room with him.
Once the meal was ready, Julia joined William in their living room. She saw him looking on notes and drawings that lined the floor.
-What it is? Timidly asked the Detective.
-I reproduce drawings that Jane did and ... and I think I found my answers. William, look at this house, look at its location on the edge of a lake. Flowers growing in front of the wall, the wooden porch, do not you say anything?
-Well ...
-My father's house, by the lake, where he died. And then, look, she said, pointing to another drawing, a rose and a dead rose. The roses were the favorite flowers of my mother, she always wore a perfume on it. And drawing with the figures, it shows two young girls, a man, a woman and a wolf, we had a wolf that my father had domesticated. There is also this.
She moved away from him to look into the coffee table and submit a pendant.
-Jane never left it, she handed me a day and I searched my jewelery boxes, this pendant is an exact replica.
-Julia, you ...
-Jane is about fifteen years old, she knows all about my family, and she appeared the first time when I was already pregnant but I didn't know it. The only word she uttered was "Mom."
-Do you think that she is your... mother ?
-Not my mother, my daughter. The child I had would have fifteen years old today and his father and I, we have blue eyes and blond hair and ...
-Julia, launched William, taking her hands, why would you see this child? How she know things about you even before you get pregnant the first time? Why after so many years?
-I have always said I do not regret what I did when I had an abortion. And in a sense it is, but in another, I regretted William. I almost lost you for that, I ... I have committed an act that could never give you a child. And worst of all, I stopped him to live.
-The circumstances were complicated.
-Perhaps, but if my subconscious was torturing me like this? And so, now that I was about to give birth again, this child that I did not have came to torment me?
-You have not seen this girl since weeks already.
-But that does not mean she will not come back, she will come back, because I want it, I want to know William. I want to talk to her, even if it is only in my mind, I need to do to understand and be in peace with myself.
-I understand, nodded her husband, and I will be there to support you.
- Do not you want to stop me?
-I know you well enough to know that I can not stop you from doing anything at all.
They smiled shyly and Julia curled up in his arms for a tender embrace. Her gaze traveled to the door of the living room, to this figure and she knew that was there in the doorway, that of a young girl of fifteen with long blond curls and the steely gaze. One that looked intensely with a long smile on her thin lips.
To be continued...