Marguerite had known, even before Karla had opened her mouth, she'd known. It was that special intuition she'd always had that let her know, the Goosebumps that crawled across her skin had warned. But mostly Karla's dark, tear filled eyes had told her.
"What..." she said in a choked voice, her own eyes feeling suspiciously moist.
The tears dripped from Karla's eyes. "she had you kidnapped, baby.... and she was present... when the men she hired carried out her order."
Marguerite shook her head, "how.... why?.... why would she do something like that?.... how could she?.... to her own sister.... to her own blood..."
"...sounds like she didn't have much blood in her." Finn said in her usual manner.
The others were all grim faced. The implications this was bringing about were not good ones.
"I don't understand... why?.... what happened?.... why?" tears were beginning to stream down Marguerites face, her color was rising as was her voice. Roxton began to murmur soothing words to her as he rubbed her back gently but she wasn't listening, she was lost in her thoughts.
She'd been kidnapped, all her life she'd believed she was abandoned, that no one had wanted her... but that she'd been taken.... that had never crossed her mind. That she'd been a loved child and had been abducted from parents who'd treasured her, she'd never foreseen.
Dear god, at FIVE MONTHS, she'd been taken at FIVE MONTHS. Children were still so tiny at five months. Willy had learned to smile by them and had been kicking his little feet all over the place, he'd recognized her and cooed when she'd held him.
God, if someone took her baby, if someone stole her precious Willy, she'd die... her life would loose all meaning... she'd give up on life; no you wouldn't, a little voice in her head said, if someone stole your Willy, you'd look for him; you'd never stop looking. Yes, she thought, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat and slow her racing thoughts, she'd look until she found him, even if it took her whole life, she'd never give up.
"Did.... did they look for me.... my parents.... I mean... did they try.... to find me."
"She's still looking."
"She?...oh right... my father is dead."
Karla smiled a little, " I got ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning. From when your parents first met. okay?"
Marguerite took a calming breath and nodded. The beginning, yes, there was always a beginning.
John gave her hand an encouraging squeeze. She looked to him and found his eyes concerned, she tried to give him a reassuring smiled but knew it fell short. Glancing at the others she found them all just as worried.
"Belle was 14 years old. Christopher was 20 the first time they met." Karla began.
