[Patrick]
Eventually we both got over the grief. Slowly, hand in hand, Angela and I made it out, for Charlotte's sake. We watched, as she grew everyday, then we were out of the hospital and back in our house. And we gave her a middle name. Angela and I had agreed years ago on ignoring both of our middle names, as a tradition of the people from carnivals. I wanted to continue the tradition but Angela insisted. What could I say? Watching her grieve over our dead daughter was enough pain for us. So I agreed.
She was called Charlotte Anne Jane. To remember her dead sister. It brings back painful memories of Anne, still a little baby, lying in Angela's arms as she suffered the terrible illness until her soul left us for a safer, warmer place. Heaven. Knowing she was safe and happy up there, we were contented.
Years passed faster than I'd liked. Charlotte grew into an adorable little girl. She had my light blue eyes and Angela's bouncy golden curls. A dimple formed on her left cheek whenever she grinned. She was adorable. Angela doted on her, dressing her in poofy baby pink and blue dresses, even if it were for a short stroll to the park. I loved them both dearly. More than once I wondered what Anne would look like if she grew up with her sister. Beautiful, I'd bet. Like their mother.
One day we brought Charlotte to a shopping mall under Angela's complaint that we needed to stock up our supply of milk powder. Of course I agreed and drove them to the mall. There was a piano on display in one of the shops and instantly Charlotte's eyes sparkled. "Daddy, what's that?" She chirped in her high little voice. I ruffled her hair and told her it was a piano, and that it makes wonderful music.
Angela decided to bring her in to fully satisfy her curiosity. She ran on her little legs to the nearest piano, planting her butt on the chair and staring at the keys. The salesman came over and smiled at his tiny customer. He offered to teach her a few notes and that was it. Charlotte definitely had talent in music. She learnt quickly and was able to play "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" without many mistakes after 10 minutes. We were amazed.
Deciding to test it out, we got her an electric keyboard. In our excitement we hurriedly got the milk powder and rushed home. After it was installed I went online to print simple scripts for her, deciding to teach her myself. Angela stood beside us the whole time, beaming like she was the proudest mother in the world.
All the while news of Red John started again. He had laid low for quite a few years, some even hoped he had turned good. While I continued my work as a psychic. Read peoples' minds and all. Charlotte grew to be an honest girl for she never could lie to me.