Part 3

Part 3

Maria, Amy and the Sheriff were now in the Sheriff's office in the police station.

"Maria will you please sit down" Jim said and motioned Maria to the chair. Maria sat down and Amy sat down beside her.

"Mom, what's going on?" Maria asked her. Amy was so nervous she was shaking.

"Maria, they......they found Brian." she said in a scared voice.

Maria's face lit up like a Christmas tree. They had found her father, finally she could say all the things that she wanted to say!

"Maria…he's dead," Amy said as a tear ran down her face. This was the hardest thing Amy ever had to tell her little girl. Maria´s face changed immediately to a heartbroken look. She felt tears on her cheeks but she didn't care, her father just died.

"How?" Maria said in between sniffles.

"he was in a car accident last night" the sheriff said sad.

"No," Maria said and looked first at Amy and then at the sheriff.
"Maria, please talk to me," Amy said and took Maria´s hand in hers.

"He can't be dead" Maria said, he just couldn't be.

"Maria, calm down and let me finish," Amy said.

"What, Mom?" Maria asked.

"He left a daughter," Amy said and took a stronger hold on Maria´s hand.

"Yeah, me," Maria said, wondering why her mother was telling her this.

"No…another one" Amy told her.

"What?" Maria said. She couldn't decide which was the more prevalent emotion, anger, sadness, disbelief, or surprise.

"He had another daughter who is the same age as you. He had…double families" Amy explained.

"So, he left me, but took care of his other daughter" Maria said. She had decided to stick with angry.

"Maria…they asked if we could take her into our family and I said yes…she moves in with us in one month" Amy said to her.

"You did what?" Maria yelled. How could her own mother do this to her? This…other daughter was the last person on this planet, or any other for that matter, that Maria ever wanted to see. Her father had decided to take care of the other girl and not her. Maria just knew that this girl would represent everything she had ever wanted to leave behind- the shortcomings that she was sure had caused her father, and every one else, to leave her.

"Maria, calm down, let's talk about this" Amy said to her.

"I have to get out of here" Maria said and rose from her chair.
"Maria, please talk to me" Amy said and rose from her chair.

"I just want to be alone" Maria said and left the room in a hurry. Maria ran out of the Sheriff's office and ran to the only place she could think of. She ran to Michael's place. She ran up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door. There was no answer, and Maria almost broke down in tears. Finally, she just opened the door herself. The four Czechs, Michael, Max, Tess and Isabel were sitting there looking at her. She looked at them with her sad eyes.

"Michael can I talk to you?" Maria said and looked him in the eyes but he looked away.

"Maria, when are you going to get it? I can't…I can't be with you." Michael asked her in a rude voice.

"Michael I just want to talk to you!" Maria pleaded.

"I don't think we have anything to say to each other!" Michael said to her, almost yelling.

"Fine, sorry, I'll leave, goodbye" Maria said and walked away not looking back, her dad didn't want her and neither did Michael. She couldn't take it anymore, she didn't want to.

Michael and the others just stood there, shocked that Maria didn't argue with him. When she was out of earshot, Isabel hit him on the head and yelled, "Michael, what the hell was that?!"

"I don't know…but it's for the best."

"Yes, Michael, but you could have said it nicely," Tess sighed, shaking her head.

*********

Max woke up the next day when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Max, it's Liz" Liz said on the other end.

"Hey Liz" Max said, he was a little groggy but was fully awake in the matter of a few seconds. Why was Liz calling him at 7.30 in the morning?

"Max, Maria is missing" Liz said. Max could hear that she was crying.

TBC.

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