Month 24 – Aftermath
My mother cried when I told her that I was pregnant. She cried again when I showed her her granddaughter. She came up to the glass and pressed her face against it as she stared at her.
I named her Christina.
She begged me for a picture. I finally gave her a small one of shortly after she was born.
She was cooperating with us for so long, that I think we became complacent.
Two weeks ago, she agreed to accompany my dad on a mission to the Middle East. But while they were there, she managed to escape.
My dad came back with ten stitches on the back of his head.
In the aftermath of it all though, I think I am the only one that wonders why the cut he sustained was on the lower part of his head. She would have had to hit him underhand for that to happen.
But I don't question him, and my father doesn't question me. In fact, my father has never said a word about Christina's paternity.
Vaughn carries my secret like a penance and perhaps that's why I could never have really been with him. But I think he's forgiven me. He just hasn't forgiven himself.
Only Will has never forgiven me. But he did the job. He took me to my doctor's appointments, and he went with me to my prenatal classes. But everyone has their breaking point and his came shortly before her birth. He set up an affair and ended our relationship spectacularly.
He left me and moved to Chicago. SD-6 doesn't suspect a thing.
But the truth of the matter is, it still broke my heart. Will's friendship was a casualty that I never anticipated losing.
I haven't heard from Sark in over a year. In the reports from SD-6, he has finally found the map.
I haven't seen Sloane this giddy since I brought him back my first Rambaldi device.