28 April 2004.

Hey Ella!

It's kinda strange…but…Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday dear Rachel, Happy Birthday to meeeeee! I felt like writing to you because I suddenly remembered last year's birthday....it was good, and it wasn't.

You're mother called me, I had invited her to come over, but she didn't feel like coming. She said she'd called me, because she had some things to say.

I asked her if she really didn't wanna come over, because I really wanted to see her and you again. After a few minutes she finally agreed and a few hours later you were here.

Elizabeth didn't have to tell me anything anymore. I saw it. She told me it was Dad's. I was happy about that.

"Ella?" Elizabeth walked into her bedroom. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure" Ella said and she put Rachel's diary next to her on the bed.

"I have an OB-appointment this afternoon, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?"

"I'd love to!!" Ella said.

"Great." Elizabeth said. "There's one more thing; your question."

"What question?"

"How Rachel died."

"Yeah, when are you gonna tell me?"

"I wanted to do that this afternoon too, before or after we go to the appointment."

"Finally!" Ella said.

"Well El, the story isn't that great.." Elizabeth said. "I'll come and pick you up at school then okay. I will write a note so you can leave."

"Sure." Ella said. Elizabeth left the room. Ella picked up the notebook again and she read on;

Still I wasn't sure how to react or what to say. We barely talked that afternoon. It was terrible, but I was glad she at least wanted me to know that she was pregnant.

Rachel