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Gabby's POV
I've always heard how parents fear being woken up in the middle of the night by the phone only to hear from the other that their child has been badly injured and taken to the hospital. Or even woken up at some random hour by a forceful yet sympathetic knock on the door to find out that their child has died in an accident or what not. But have parents ever thought about what would have happened if things were the other way around? Do you know what it's like to be a child and have to be trying to focus on studying for final exams, but all you can think of is whether or not the two women who raised you and have become the most important people to you in your life will live? Not to mention, add the fact that the house you've called home for most of your life is practically burned to the ground (actually half of it), have you thought about that? Now add this – you're so far away that there isn't anything you can do about it. By the time you race back to your hometown, it may be too late…
Is there a better feeling than the one you get when you get a phone call, expecting even more bad news only to hear your older sister say that everything is okay? That both of your parents are alive; that they will heal? The relief you feel is incredible isn't it? That incredible release from the clutches of anxiety is enough to make you feel like the luckiest person on the face of the planet. However, it seems as if that even in those times of relief that being alone isn't the greatest way to receive such great news. I think it's always best to have someone there with you…whatever the case may be.
These times will try hard to define me
And I'll try to hold my head up high
But I've seen despair here from the inside
It's got a one-track mind
And I have this feeling in my gut now
And I don't know what it is I'll find
Does anybody ever feel like
You're always one step behind
Now I'm sitting alone here in my bed
I'm waiting for an answer I don't know that I'll get
I cannot stand to look in the mirror
I'm failing
I'm telling you these times are hard
But they will pass
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Gabrielle Montgomery had never known what she wanted out of life. She was 14… Who knew what the really wanted at that age, especially for their future? She did know – this is why she was an exception. Gabby was certain of what she wanted of herself for her future. She was going to be a lawyer, but as she attempted to study for her history final, she couldn't help but hear her sister's voice in her head.
Half the house is burned to the ground… Mom's in a coma…
Nothing could have prepared her for that phone call and it had kept her from being able to focus on her class materials the entire time. She was about halfway through her textbook and had been reading the same paragraph for the last two hours before her cell phone had buzzed on her desk. She wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath as she saw Miranda's photo pop up. She answered it quickly.
"Mimo?"
"Hey Gabz… I just got a call from Mom…"
"And?" Gabby asked in distress.
"She woke up. She's gonna be fine."
The younger Montgomery let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank God!"
"Yeah… I'm sorry if I worried you-"
"You kidding? I would've never have forgiven you if you didn't call in the first place."
"Okay... You gonna-?"
"I'll be fine. I should finish this up here and then get to bed. Is everyone else okay? You? Mom?"
Gabby could hear Miranda chuckle lightly through the receiver.
"Yes, we're all fine. Other than a few really bad burns on my arm, I'm my normal self. And Mom, she's hopping around a bit. She burned her leg a bit so she's finding it a bit hard to walk, but she'll get the hang of it in a couple of days."
"Good…"
Miranda could hear the distance in Gabby's voice.
"Are you sure that you're okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Just kinda need to focus on school right now."
"Right. Okay well, I'll let you get back to studying. G'night Gabz."
"G'night Mimo… Love you."
"Love you too."
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Bianca did her best to walk over to the Nurse's Station. The burn on her leg hurt her with every step she took. The light stomp of her foot caused multiple vibrations to travel up her shins. Once she was there, she asked the nurse on duty if could use the telephone. With a smile on her face, Bianca was allowed access to the phone and, from memory, she dialed Gabby's cell phone number. She stood there, waiting anxiously and completely ignoring the tingling in her leg. She had finally remembered something that made her feel content and something that she was certain of by the time she returned to reality.
"Hello?" Asked a groggy voice.
"Gabby."
"Mom?"
"Yes, baby, it's me. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"N-no…I mean, yeah, you did, but it's okay. What's wrong? Are you okay? Is Mom okay?" Gabby asked, suddenly awake and worried.
"No, no everything's fine. I just… I wanted to hear your voice… I miss you around here."
Gabby smiled and sighed.
"I miss you too."
"Yeah… Especially now, I mean… How am I supposed to talk to my baby girl about what I missed out on these past three years? I only have the memories from before that…"
Bianca let her words hang, waiting for Gabby to say something.
"Wh-what? Are…are you serious?"
Bianca smiled and chuckled.
"Why would I joke about something like remembering your Uncle Zach deliver you right after a tornado in Pine Valley?"
"Wh-?"
"Or naming you after his mom… Reese wanting to name you Dylan."
"Oh…oh my God… Y-you… Hi Mom."
"Hi Monster…"
Gabby laughed lightly at the nickname Bianca used for her. She remembered when Marissa had begun to call her that and it really stuck. Her mother had started to call her that as well. When Gabby had asked Marissa the reason why the name suited her, the redhead explained that it was the name her own mother used for her. Even though she was closer to her father, Marissa and Lydia had created a world of their own filled with homework sessions and bedtime stories. Marissa's favourite story growing up had been a self-written Lydia Tasker original titled "The Little Monster," which had been loosely based on young Marissa's habits. Gabby recalled loving the story herself growing up and even the name when her other mother had started to refer to her as 'my little monster.'
"Hi Mom… What else do you remember?"
"A lot…"
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"86 bottles of beer on the wall, 86 bottles of beer…"
Miranda had been singing along with Bianca, sitting on the small stone wall surrounding the pool, waiting for Brot to come out of the pool house that Tammy had recently vacated. She was too lost in her own thoughts to even register that her mother had stopped singing along with her. She could only see the look of pain and guilt embedded in her mother's eyes and on her face from an hour earlier when she had told Marissa about Tammy's connection to Bianca's abduction. That image haunted her and would probably torment Miranda for the rest of her life.
"You p-promised to go with her? So…you two have to l-leave when?"
"Uh…in a couple of minutes. I wanted to see you first… See how you were doing-"
"And tell me, basically, th-that the fact that my wife was kidnapped, held hostage and nearly -bbeaten to death was my fault?"
"No! Mom, no, don't you dare blame yourself for this!" Miranda said with a sense of urgency in her voice. She knew what telling Marissa what she knew would do; cause an unending wormhole of guilt and regret to form within her mother.
"How c-can't I? I'm the reason Tammy came into our lives in the f-first place."
"That's not true!"
"Maybe not, but I-I am the reason she got so a-attached."
"Attached?" Bianca asked as she hobbled back into the room. When she noticed Miranda, she smiled. "Good morning Mimo. Sleep okay?"
Miranda nodded.
"As well as I could. You?"
Bianca looked at Marissa and smirked, however when she noticed the empty look on her face, she became worried.
"Marissa?" Bianca rushed over to her wife's bedside. "What's wrong?"
Miranda stood in a corner, simply watching the scene before her play out.
"N-nothing… Just seems as if the universe keeps screwing m-me over."
Bianca grabbed Marissa's hand, who pulled it away instantly.
"I'm sorry… Wh-what…what do you mean?"
Marissa looked at Bianca with a worried look in her eyes.
"I'm too terrified to even say it…"
"…Tell me…"
Marissa reached forward and ran a fingertip softly against Bianca's chin.
"L-Later… You have to be somewhere right now."
Bianca looked over to Miranda confused.
"Brot got the warrant… It has to be today because Tammy could come back to get whatever if we wait too long."
Bianca nodded then turned back to Marissa.
"I don't wanna leave you here alone."
Marissa chuckled and let out a slight cough before she took a deep breath that caused her a little bit of pain.
"D-don't worry… I'll be al-alright."
Bianca placed her hand lovingly against Marissa's temple and brushed the auburn hair back with a lithe, yet graceful hand. She repeated the motion three times before letting out an affectionate sigh and leaned forward so their eyes were leveled with one another.
"I'll be back the moment everything is over… I promised to lie down on that floor, remember?" Bianca asked with a smile.
Marissa didn't return it. She simply blinked softly and nodded.
"Yeah…"
The brunette leaned forward and kissed Marissa's cheek softly, letting her lips linger before she whispered.
"Be back soon…"
"69 bottles of beer on the wall, 69 bottles of beer, if one of those bottles should happen to fall 68…" Miranda looked at Bianca, who had been lost in a trance of sorts.
"Mom? Mom?" She reached and placed a caring hand on her mother's upper arm and gently shook it. "Mom?" Bianca blinked and looked to Miranda. "Phew. Thought I lost you for a minute there… You okay?"
"Miranda…" Bianca felt as if she had just experienced an epiphany and stared wide-eyed at her daughter.
"Uh…yeah?" She asked with a confused smile.
"Miranda… Oh, Miranda!"
Bianca enveloped her daughter in her arms and squeezed her tightly. She brought her hand to the young woman's head as tears fell freely down her face. Miranda was puzzled at the even that had just occurred, but as her mother pulled back, she hoped for some answers to her unasked questions. Bianca took Miranda's face in her hands and just examined her face.
"You're so beautiful and you grew up! Oh my God."
Miranda raised her eyebrows as a realization overthrew her.
"M-Mom…are you saying that-?"
"I will always love you and I will always keep you safe. I will never walk away from you and if anyone ever tries to take you away from me ever again, I will personally make their lives a living hell. I love you so much… You and your sister are my world."
"This is Chief Brot Monroe!"
The two ladies immediately steered their attention to Brot as he emerged from the pool house, speaking rather loudly into his two-way radio.
"I want a warrant for the arrest of one Tamara Hendersen for the abduction of Bianca Christine Montgomery!"
Miranda hopped off of the wall when she heard Brot speak. Before running over to him, she helped Bianca off of the wall, steadying her before turning to the Chief of Police. Mike Morris came out behind him hold three different bags.
"Brot!" Miranda exclaimed running up to him. "What did you find?"
"A map of all the locations your mother was trapped in, those rare gloves whose fibers we found in the locket and this," Brot said holding up a sheet of paper.
"A hospital bill?" Miranda asked.
"Not just any hospital bill. It's a bill for treatment of bruised ribs and a broken fibula dated around the same time Bianca said that they started blindfolding her."
"And that's pertinent because…?"
Brot looked Miranda with a look that seemed to shout at her, asking her to think…
And think she did.
She thought hard and suddenly, she remembered her mother's statement…
"They only decided to blind me after I attacked one of them. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, their voice was being altered. They were torturing me… I managed to find something behind me. It felt like a broken pipe. With any strength I had I managed to hit them twice: once in the ribs and once in the leg."
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One week later
"You keep avoiding it Marissa," Bianca stated as she lay down to gaze up at her wife's prepossessing features. "We have to talk about it."
"I don't want to."
Marissa had been placed into the bed that she was promised. She remained lying on her stomach and had yet to move from her position on the bed. For most of the past week after Brot had begun his search for Tammy, Marissa had rarely lifted her head from out of the donut shaped hole where her face rested. Bianca had stayed true to her word, lying down under the bed so Marissa wouldn't go insane staring at floor tiles the entire time. However, as much as Bianca wanted to help Marissa, she found that it was becoming very difficult. The redhead had voiced her fear, guilt and remorse when Bianca returned with Miranda a week earlier. She apologized profusely for bringing Tammy into their lives so intimately. The brunette had to keep reassuring her wife that it wasn't her fault…that she wasn't the one to blame; that Tammy had a mind of her own, albeit psychopathic, and no one forced the blonde into snatching her.
But despite her best efforts, Bianca found herself unable to remove the self-condemnation that filled Marissa.
"But we have to… We can't move forward if this is how it's going to be."
Marissa closed her eyes, wanting to remove or keep herself from seeing the pleading look on Bianca's face. She had to remain solemn in this situation and that look of longing the brunette gave her would have her fail in that endeavour.
She was about to reply when she heard a knock fill the room.
"Bianca?"
Marissa opened her eyes and watched as her wife lifted her head to look to the door. She sighed. Of course Marissa thought.
"That Maggie?" She asked.
Bianca looked up at her and nodded.
"Yeah," she breathed out.
"I'm sorry to intrude like this." Maggie said. Marissa could hear the tentative footsteps in the room. "I was just wondering if I cold speak to Bianca quickly."
"Go ahead." Marissa said.
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He was free.
He was finally free.
J.R Chandler stood as the doors to the detention centre opened up, letting him walk into the sunlight for the first time in years without any boundaries and there was only one thing he wanted to do.
Call AJ.
He got into a cab and headed for the nearest diner so he could use the telephone. On the way he watched as the world passed by – trees never seemed greener and the roads never seemed smoother to him before in his life.
Today he thought. Today, I make things right with my son.
The cab pulled up to a diner just off of the freeway, a couple of towns outside of Pine Valley. He knew the risks that came with his freedom; the staring, the whispering, the image of being a demon – all of it, he was aware of it, but he accepted it. It was the way things were and how he allowed them to develop.
"Keep the meter running," JR said to the driver as he opened the door. "I just have to make a quick phone call."
Exiting the car, he walked over to the entrance of the restaurant and when he reached the hostess's station, he flashed a charming smirk at the young brunette who stood behind a table.
"I was wondering if you had any pay phones around? And if not, would you mind entirely if I used yours? I'm willing to pay for using it."
"Well, we don't have any pay phones, but here. Use this."
The young lady turned the diner's phone towards J.R.
"Thank you," he said smiling.
He dialed the familiar phone number and waited, patiently.
"Hello?" AJ said, perplexed.
"AJ?" J.R's ears were met with silence. "…AJ? You there?"
AJ sighed.
"What do you want?"
"I…I just wanna talk."
"About?"
J.R sighed, hoping his son would listen to him.
"I got let out today. I'm on parole…and I really wanna see you."
"How many times are we gonna do this dance Dad? I told you that I'm not interested in anything you have to say-"
"P-please, AJ. I swear to you that I've changed. All I'm asking for is one chance. Just one more chance to prove to you that I have changed and that I can be the father that you deserve… One who should have been there for you growing up and one who can get through everything that I couldn't get through all those years ago." He heard the silence again and prayed that his words weren't going unheard or his prayers unanswered. "Please…just…just meet me. Please hear me out?"
"…Where are you?"
"A couple of towns over in a diner called 'Gordo's'… You know it?"
"Yeah, I know it. But I won't see you there."
J.R exhaled heavily.
"Where then?"
"Here…in Pine Valley."
He let out another breath, but this time, it was one of relief.
"I'll be there in half an hour."
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Bianca followed Maggie into the hallways of Pine Valley Hospital, never tearing her eyes away from Marissa's lying form.
"Bianca?"
"Huh?"
Maggie looked at the brunette through contemplative eyes. They had been standing outside of Marissa's room for nearly 2 minutes and Bianca had yet to rip her gaze from the redhead lying on her stomach.
"Oh s-sorry."
"You're worried about her, aren't you?" Maggie said somewhat dejected.
"Of course I am," Bianca said looking at Maggie momentarily before crossing her arms and peering back into the room. "She's the love of my life."
"So…there really is nothing left for us."
Bianca shook her head.
"I'm afraid not."
Maggie sighed. She was upset and she decided then and there that she wasn't going down without a fight.
"So that's it then? What about these last few months? They happened, you know? And we were happy!"
"No! You, you were happy! Me? I was trying to figure everything out! Every time I was with you, yes I felt something more than friendship, but as strong as what I felt for you was, when I'd get home, my mind went straight to Marissa. I'm married to her. We have a family, a life-"
"So that's why you chose her? Because of the kids? Bianca you'll never be happy if that's the only reason-"
"It was only part of the reason Maggie! I love Marissa… I love her so much! And I haven't had a moment to tell her that because-"
"Because you're not sure, Bianca-"
"No! That's not it! She is what I want, she's who I need… You know what? I don't have to explain this to you-"
"Is everything okay here?"
Bianca breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Miranda's voice. The 19 year old had stepped off of the elevator to find her mother and Maggie arguing and immediately became protective of the former of two women. From the look on Maggie's face, Miranda figured that she had chosen a fantastic moment to intervene.
"Y-yeah… Maggie was just leaving." Bianca said.
"I was?" Maggie asked. She smirked slightly. "No…I think I'll stay, Bianca. You and me have more to talk about…besides Marissa is my cousin. I don't turn my back on family."
"BAH!" Miranda laughed out loud. "Coulda fooled me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bianca asked.
"Oh thank goodness you're both here."
Miranda and Bianca looked towards the owner of the voice and rolled their eyes.
"Why is it that you're always on our family's cases?" Miranda joked with the Chief of Police.
"It's because I'm kick ass and awesome and, apparently, the only one who can solve them." He replied.
"Touché," Bianca said. "What's up?"
"Well," Brot began. "Looking at the report of the assessment of the fire. The fire department said that one of the burners on the stove in that little kitchen you guys have in the basement was on. Which means that the gas was open. Someone turned it on or forgot to turn it off."
"Well, that's not possible. We never use that kitchen." Miranda said.
"And I've never touched it." Bianca reiterated.
"I figured that. Which is why we've come to the conclusion that it was arson… We found residue from the gasoline butane after a few samples were gathered which isn't what the stove runs on. There was a trail of it leading right up to Miss Montgomery's bedroom, or so we believe. It seems that because Marissa and AJ both said that the back door was open, we're assuming that that was how whoever did this got into the house."
Miranda looked at Bianca who had turned pale. This was another attempt on her life and whoever wanted her dead had nearly succeeded.
"T-Tammy," Miranda whispered.
"What?" Brot asked.
"Tammy… It has to be Tammy. I mean she kidnapped her three years ago and was trying to get rid of her recently by bringing up the way I was conceived. It has to be Tammy."
Brot furrowed his eyebrows.
"So, I'm supposed to believe that she's to be arrested for kidnapping and attempted murder?"
"Why not?"
"Miranda, you hate this woman. Do you think that there's the possibility that you're blinded by that hatred and it's causing you to blame her for everything?"
"No!" Miranda insisted. "I think I'm on the right track! Before she left when Mom kicked her out she threatened that this wasn't over. That she wasn't giving up on Marissa and would make it happen no matter what. If she killed my mom, over here, then it would solve her problems."
Brot lifted his hand to stop Miranda.
"I don't doubt that. Your logic is sensible, okay? However, I have to remain objective about this. I mean, Maggie here was supposed to be there at 7:00 that evening and she wasn't there. She could easily be a suspect in this investigation."
"No, that can't be it!" Miranda exclaimed.
"And why not?" He challenged.
"Because in order to get into the basement through the back door you need a key. That door is always locked! And only 6 people have a key to that door."
"And who might that be?"
"Me, AJ, Gabby, both my moms and Tammy."
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One week later
If Bianca were honest, things were still pretty tense between her and Marissa. For two weeks, Bianca had lied down as promised under Marissa's bed. Even though the bulk of the hours she spent on the floor were silent, Bianca had always made sure she made some form of contact. She could spend hours just staring into Marissa's sad, hazel eyes and usually tried her hardest to get the redhead to smile for even a split second. Marissa's lack of zest was beginning to frustrate Bianca and to add insult to injury, the brunette hadn't been able to recall a single moment from her past within the last week and a half. She had gone from an average of two memories a day to absolutely nothing since Brot discovered new evidence in the pool house. Remembering Miranda was the last time she recalled anything. Not that that was any reason to be upset with Marissa, but Bianca was having a hard time. She wanted to give her wife the space she needed, what she wanted. Was this what it felt like for Marissa all these months?
"Bianca?"
"Yes?" She replied with a smile, hoping Marissa was finally coming around.
"What's gonna happen next?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Where am I gonna go when I get out of here?"
"'I'? You mean 'we', right? Because we are gonna stay with Kendall and Zach for a night before we find some place else. Maybe the Yacht Club."
"You…" Marissa sighed before she attempted to continue, but Bianca had beaten her to the punch.
"Don't," she whispered and lifted her hand to touch Marissa's lips. "Don't say it… I don't want you to feel guilty anymore, okay? None of this is your fault and I'll be damned if I let you keep believing it. I dunno what else I'm supposed to say or do to convince you that you're not responsible for what happened to me."
"But if I had-"
"No! …No…"
"Good morning ladies," Griff said as he entered into the room. "Guess what Marissa?"
"What?"
"Today is your final check-up and if all goes well I see nothing wrong with sending you home within the hour."
"Really?" Bianca asked hopefully.
"Absolutely. The burns are healing nicely and Marissa, you said yourself yesterday that they've begun to itch."
"Yup," she replied.
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Kendall sat on the couch with a load of paperwork spread out before her. She had received a call from Bianca about an hour ago, who was excited that Marissa was finally being released from the hospital. At the sound of the news, the curly haired brunette took comfort in Marissa's healing, completely relieved that her sister-in-law was returning to her regular self. Kendall had been at the hospital often within the last two weeks and when she discovered who was responsible for her sister's disappearance, she saw red. Marissa had apologized abundantly to Kendall, but she wouldn't hear of it. Kendall did not blame Marissa, as much as the redhead condemned herself.
As she scribbled her pen across the page of Fusion orders before her, she heard a knock at her door. Dropping the writing utensil, she scampered to the door and was pleased by the sight she was greeted with, despite the empty gaze on Marissa's face.
"Hey you two! Welcome home Marissa."
Kendall stretched her arms out and pulled her sister-in-law into a gentle and tentative hug.
"Thanks Kendall."
"You must be exhausted. I've set up a room for you two at the end of the hall. Binx, you know which one. Miranda has been staying with AJ. Those two are here every night with Fia and Nate; putting them to bed and not leaving until they've fallen asleep. And then they're here the next morning before the kids are even up. They feel responsible for them."
"Thank for having them and taking care of them," Bianca said. She took Marissa's hand and led her to the bedroom at the other end of the house.
"No problem. You two take a nap. I have some stuff for Fusion to work on."
"Okay, thanks again Kendall!" Bianca yelled behind her.
Bianca turned the handle on the bedroom door as she and Marissa came upon it. Once opened, Bianca pulled her wife in with her and led her to stand by the foot of the bed.
"Hold on," Bianca said. She moved across the room and closed the door behind her before locking it. She turned around to find Marissa attempting to sit down.
"Ahh!" Marissa winced.
"Ahh!"
Bianca heard Marissa's same tone in her head.
"Marissa wait. Lemme help you."
"It's okay Bianca."
"Don't… Don't do that," she said.
"Do what?" Marissa said as she settled down onto the mattress, seated. Bianca kneeled and placed one hand on each knee.
"Shut me out. Let me help you… Let me be here for you."
"Let me be here for you."
Bianca froze in place. Marissa balanced herself an placed her hands on Bianca's. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she took a good look at Bianca's face. The brunette was caught in a hypnotic daze. Is she remembering something? Marissa attempted to lean forward and when she did, her back itched slightly. She ignored the tingling irritation that sprung from her back and cupped Bianca's face. It had been minutes before the redhead had said anything.
"Bianca?" Marissa asked. "Are you okay?"
Bianca blinked once.
Twice.
"Bianca?"
Marissa recognized the look in the brunette's eyes. They were drowning from the pain that had snuck its way into her head...her stomach...her heart. She felt as if someone had taken a hold of her; as if someone were punching her from the inside out.
"Gone too soon." Bianca whispered.
Marissa had been watching her wife. Bianca had almost been relieved once they entered Kendall and Zach's home, away from the hospital. Immediately fearing for Marissa's condition, she led her to an empty bedroom to sit her down. But almost the moment Bianca kneeled before her, the brunette had fallen into a trance, causing worry to stir within the redhead.
"What?" Marissa asked.
Bianca looked to her wife and recognized the look of concern. She felt the warm hands that belonged to Marissa holding her face, almost as if she knew that she would need some comfort.
"'Gone too soon.' That was the song Miranda played for... Oh God. Why didn't you tell me?"
Marissa examined the brunette's expression of loss and sadness that had darkened her gaze. The song she spoke of always brought tears to her eyes and it was at that moment that Marissa realized which memory had consumed Bianca and forced her into a state of complete and utter desolation.
"Bianca-"
"We...we lost him... We lost him. They...they aren't twins..."
Bianca collapsed from her position on her knees and fell on her behind and onto the floor. The sobs devoured her and every breath she tried to take hold of. It wasn't long before Marissa managed to lift herself off of the bed and kneel before her wife. She sat directly in front of her and saw that Bianca had shielded her eyes with her hands. She reached out for them, her own tears taking over her ability to see.
"Bianca," she whispered as she peeled her hands from her face.
"We lost him... We lost him... They aren't twins..."
"No." Marissa said. "They're not twins."
"Tr…triplets?" Bianca breathed out.
Marissa sighed.
"Yes… Triplets."
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