1:15am- Jordan's SUV
Tired and famished, her eyes begin to burn from the lack of sleep. She used to crave sleep, being deprived because of what her job entailed of, she now shy's away from any slumber that her body may languish for.
She thinks of renting a hotel room, but she doesn't want anyone knowing where she may be. Jordan thinks of getting a room under a different alias, maybe in a different town in Massetusets. 'Or maybe in a different state.' She thought to herself.
One thing was clear. No sleep for tonight, again. She needed to stay awake, to remember, to think, to make sense, to realize. She just needed to.
1:25am- Ashleigh's bedroom
"I'm so glad you came today. Would you like a cup of coffee?" Ashleigh could recognize that voice anywhere. It was her mothers. Despite being a toddler when her mother was murdered, it was a voice that she would always remember. She remembers the hint of laughter in her mothers voice, everytime she spoke. The excitement, everytime she told a story. The soft, tender voice, in which she spoke to little Ashleigh as a baby.
"Sure I would love a cup." The tired male's voice said. This voice wasn't familiar. It sounded strained, raspy and tired. It wasn't her fathers. His face was blurry, his voice muffled. She peered around the corner carefully, as if her mother would catch her listening in on the conversation.
Emily smiled and sat down at the table across from the man. She folded her hands underneath her chin, like she always did. She was always engaged into the conversations she had with various people. Her mother was an excellent listener, so she was told.
Ashleigh couldn't hear exactly what the man was saying. His voice was going in and out, like a bad connection on a cell phone. Her mother laughed a few times, and she tossed her long black hair behind her shoulders.
"So how is little Emily?" The man asked. Ashleigh looked around, totally shocked.
"She's doing well. She's down for her afternoon nap. Can you believe she can talk in sentences already? She's growing up to fast. Her father and I can barely keep up with what she's saying. It's truly amazing." Emily beamed as she talked about her youngest.
Ashleigh sat straight up in her bed. She looked around. 'Why did he call me Emily?' She thought to herself. She laid back down, and stared at the wall. It took her hours to get back to sleep, but she was finally able to.
8:57am- State Records Building
"So, why are we here?" Nigel said hopping around in place.
"Nigel, do you need to use the bathroom?" Ashleigh laughed.
"No. We've been standing here for an hour!" He exclaimed, his British accent coming through clearly. "It's not like this the place where you get tickets to the Who concert." He griped.
"Nigel, would you shut up!" Ashleigh snapped. "I want to make sure I'm the first person here, so I'm not standing in a huge line. I want to know if my name was really Emily, and if so, why my father changed it!" She looked at Nigel who was definitely hurt. "I am so sorry Nigel. It's just that, everything is happening so fast. I need to know why my father lied to me."
"I understand, and don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this, soon enough." He smiled as they heard the front doors unlock.
Tired and famished, her eyes begin to burn from the lack of sleep. She used to crave sleep, being deprived because of what her job entailed of, she now shy's away from any slumber that her body may languish for.
She thinks of renting a hotel room, but she doesn't want anyone knowing where she may be. Jordan thinks of getting a room under a different alias, maybe in a different town in Massetusets. 'Or maybe in a different state.' She thought to herself.
One thing was clear. No sleep for tonight, again. She needed to stay awake, to remember, to think, to make sense, to realize. She just needed to.
1:25am- Ashleigh's bedroom
"I'm so glad you came today. Would you like a cup of coffee?" Ashleigh could recognize that voice anywhere. It was her mothers. Despite being a toddler when her mother was murdered, it was a voice that she would always remember. She remembers the hint of laughter in her mothers voice, everytime she spoke. The excitement, everytime she told a story. The soft, tender voice, in which she spoke to little Ashleigh as a baby.
"Sure I would love a cup." The tired male's voice said. This voice wasn't familiar. It sounded strained, raspy and tired. It wasn't her fathers. His face was blurry, his voice muffled. She peered around the corner carefully, as if her mother would catch her listening in on the conversation.
Emily smiled and sat down at the table across from the man. She folded her hands underneath her chin, like she always did. She was always engaged into the conversations she had with various people. Her mother was an excellent listener, so she was told.
Ashleigh couldn't hear exactly what the man was saying. His voice was going in and out, like a bad connection on a cell phone. Her mother laughed a few times, and she tossed her long black hair behind her shoulders.
"So how is little Emily?" The man asked. Ashleigh looked around, totally shocked.
"She's doing well. She's down for her afternoon nap. Can you believe she can talk in sentences already? She's growing up to fast. Her father and I can barely keep up with what she's saying. It's truly amazing." Emily beamed as she talked about her youngest.
Ashleigh sat straight up in her bed. She looked around. 'Why did he call me Emily?' She thought to herself. She laid back down, and stared at the wall. It took her hours to get back to sleep, but she was finally able to.
8:57am- State Records Building
"So, why are we here?" Nigel said hopping around in place.
"Nigel, do you need to use the bathroom?" Ashleigh laughed.
"No. We've been standing here for an hour!" He exclaimed, his British accent coming through clearly. "It's not like this the place where you get tickets to the Who concert." He griped.
"Nigel, would you shut up!" Ashleigh snapped. "I want to make sure I'm the first person here, so I'm not standing in a huge line. I want to know if my name was really Emily, and if so, why my father changed it!" She looked at Nigel who was definitely hurt. "I am so sorry Nigel. It's just that, everything is happening so fast. I need to know why my father lied to me."
"I understand, and don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this, soon enough." He smiled as they heard the front doors unlock.