"Should I go back then? If I'm allowed to stay at the job."
"I'd give it a little more time Sam," said Danny trying not to pull her down.
"I miss him Danny."
"I know you do but I'm not sure he'll be able to handle you going back after not having talked to him for over eight months, plus finding out about her."
"Yeah."
"Not too much though. We don't want him to think you don't love him anymore."
"You don't Hannah?"
"No, why would I? He has to be with whomever makes him happy. I'll grow and leave and it's just like that. It's not mom, that's definite..."
A man had gone into the hospital room. Someone Danny didn't recognize. He seemed nice, and seemed to like Sam: he had flowers, amazing, big, red flowers.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company. I can come back some other time."
"No, please." Samantha directed to Danny by saying "Danny, this is Robert, my boss," and then to Bob "Danny's my brother."
"Nice to meet you. She never mentioned having a bother. I actually thought you were the baby's father." He smiled.
"I did mention it, the Friday I got here. I said Stu reminded me of him!" she argued.
"Not even near. I can't compete with him."
"I thought you were her brother. So you know the mysterious guy?"
"Yes, I do. For about...long now."
It wasn't after a while that they remembered Hannah.
"This is my daughter, Helena," tried Danny with hesitation.
"Hi," she greeted as Bob weirdly looked at her.
"I didn't think you could be..."
Bob was interrupted by Hannah, who said almost spontaneously "He adopted me when I was three. He's still my dad though."
"Of course."
By the look in his eyes Samantha could tell he hadn't completely fallen into it. He made her doubt whether he had heard Hannah earlier or not. Not that what was said was incriminatory but it would have been confusing. She limited herself to say "Thank you for passing by, you didn't have to," and gave him a smile. Though she had never thought Danny and Hannah would say such a lie, after some minutes of staring at the girl in front of her, she came to understand their point: if he was her boss he probably knew she was from New York...and bosses know each other. What if he knew Jack, and he knew he had a daughter called Hannah? The coincidence would have been too huge, and they couldn't risk it, he didn't need to know who she was, it didn't matter. Another simple white lie wouldn't kill anybody, and it certainly wouldn't kill him.
'Her boss.' Those two words still bounced in Danny's head...it couldn't be. It was like if she were able to read his mind, because laughing she said to him "No Danny, it's nothing like that, trust me."
Desperate to break the discomfort of the moment Robert asked "So what's her name? It's a girl right?"
"Yes, she's a girl. Caia."
"Caia..."
"...Spade." This time Sam skipped the 'M' so as not to be inquired about it. He didn't need to know it was there.
"I'd give it a little more time Sam," said Danny trying not to pull her down.
"I miss him Danny."
"I know you do but I'm not sure he'll be able to handle you going back after not having talked to him for over eight months, plus finding out about her."
"Yeah."
"Not too much though. We don't want him to think you don't love him anymore."
"You don't Hannah?"
"No, why would I? He has to be with whomever makes him happy. I'll grow and leave and it's just like that. It's not mom, that's definite..."
A man had gone into the hospital room. Someone Danny didn't recognize. He seemed nice, and seemed to like Sam: he had flowers, amazing, big, red flowers.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company. I can come back some other time."
"No, please." Samantha directed to Danny by saying "Danny, this is Robert, my boss," and then to Bob "Danny's my brother."
"Nice to meet you. She never mentioned having a bother. I actually thought you were the baby's father." He smiled.
"I did mention it, the Friday I got here. I said Stu reminded me of him!" she argued.
"Not even near. I can't compete with him."
"I thought you were her brother. So you know the mysterious guy?"
"Yes, I do. For about...long now."
It wasn't after a while that they remembered Hannah.
"This is my daughter, Helena," tried Danny with hesitation.
"Hi," she greeted as Bob weirdly looked at her.
"I didn't think you could be..."
Bob was interrupted by Hannah, who said almost spontaneously "He adopted me when I was three. He's still my dad though."
"Of course."
By the look in his eyes Samantha could tell he hadn't completely fallen into it. He made her doubt whether he had heard Hannah earlier or not. Not that what was said was incriminatory but it would have been confusing. She limited herself to say "Thank you for passing by, you didn't have to," and gave him a smile. Though she had never thought Danny and Hannah would say such a lie, after some minutes of staring at the girl in front of her, she came to understand their point: if he was her boss he probably knew she was from New York...and bosses know each other. What if he knew Jack, and he knew he had a daughter called Hannah? The coincidence would have been too huge, and they couldn't risk it, he didn't need to know who she was, it didn't matter. Another simple white lie wouldn't kill anybody, and it certainly wouldn't kill him.
'Her boss.' Those two words still bounced in Danny's head...it couldn't be. It was like if she were able to read his mind, because laughing she said to him "No Danny, it's nothing like that, trust me."
Desperate to break the discomfort of the moment Robert asked "So what's her name? It's a girl right?"
"Yes, she's a girl. Caia."
"Caia..."
"...Spade." This time Sam skipped the 'M' so as not to be inquired about it. He didn't need to know it was there.