Baxter's Daughter

by littleindian1

What if Phyllis Baxter had a daughter? The man who convinced her to steal, what if he also convinced her to do more? Clearly she would have given the child up, convinced that she would have a better life away from such a terrible mother like herself. But what if circumstances bring her child back to her?

1. Chapter 1

"Ms. Baxter, is something the matter?" He looked concernedly at her, noticing her far off look. So, he hesitantly stretched out his hand and brushed it against her shoulder gently asking again if she was alright. She blinked and startled a little at the touch.

"I'm sorry. I was off in another world. What did you ask me Mr. Moseley?" She didn't look up at him but instead scooped up the shoe that she had been polishing and resumed her work.

"I asked if something was the matter. You look troubled." He continued to watch her carefully as she scrubbed at the shoe in her hand, completely determined not to look at him.

"It's nothing. I was just lost in my own head." She tried to smile he thought, but couldn't quite tell since her face was turned towards her work and not him. He was unsure of what to do next. Something was clearly bothering her, but she was such a private woman and he did not wish to push her.

"If something was bothering you, you know you could speak to me, as your friend." She looked up at him as he said this with an expression of sorrow and regret swirling in her dark eyes.

"Of course, Mr. Moseley. I'm sorry to have worried you." She gave him a more genuine smile before scooting over to make room for him next to her at the small table. Joseph was not convinced, but chose to stand next to her as a silent encouragement until he understood better what was truly bothering her.