Michael and I are still deeply in love. We have a child that we poured our
hearts into. Emily Francine Vaughn. Named after my two favorite women.
It was hard, leaving suddenly. I was pregnant before we even got on the plane. Michael and I didn't care. We knew we wanted a family, so what was the point in waiting.
We moved without warning, leaving two months after SD-6 was taken down. We thought once SD-6 was gone, the Alliance would crumble too. We were wrong. The CIA was wrong.
Will knows I'm alive, and I hope he told Francie. The police still have a missing picture of me. I'm still presumed dead.
Since I've stopped using all my training, my thoughts tend to jump around, like popping popcorn. I think I've passed that trait to my daughter.
Emily.
So innocent and beautiful. Smart. Talented. Eyes like emeralds and the largest set of dimples on the face of the earth.
I just hope I'm not ruining everything Michael and I have built.
We received a phone call telling us that the Alliance was finally dead. We didn't speak, just booked three tickets to Los Angeles and told Emily that we were celebrating our anniversary with her in California.
Here we are, in the airport. I spent so many hours here. Painful years of my life were based around airports. Make a drop here, slide past an agent there. Secrets and deception wrapped in a knot.
Pull on the right string and the knot will come undone.
Authors Note: I promise this story is going somewhere. The chapters are incredibly short, but I cant put the different perspectives in the same chapter. *Duck
It was hard, leaving suddenly. I was pregnant before we even got on the plane. Michael and I didn't care. We knew we wanted a family, so what was the point in waiting.
We moved without warning, leaving two months after SD-6 was taken down. We thought once SD-6 was gone, the Alliance would crumble too. We were wrong. The CIA was wrong.
Will knows I'm alive, and I hope he told Francie. The police still have a missing picture of me. I'm still presumed dead.
Since I've stopped using all my training, my thoughts tend to jump around, like popping popcorn. I think I've passed that trait to my daughter.
Emily.
So innocent and beautiful. Smart. Talented. Eyes like emeralds and the largest set of dimples on the face of the earth.
I just hope I'm not ruining everything Michael and I have built.
We received a phone call telling us that the Alliance was finally dead. We didn't speak, just booked three tickets to Los Angeles and told Emily that we were celebrating our anniversary with her in California.
Here we are, in the airport. I spent so many hours here. Painful years of my life were based around airports. Make a drop here, slide past an agent there. Secrets and deception wrapped in a knot.
Pull on the right string and the knot will come undone.
Authors Note: I promise this story is going somewhere. The chapters are incredibly short, but I cant put the different perspectives in the same chapter. *Duck