Author's Note: So, new chapters. Yeah, I think. Read, enjoy, review! Thanks. Julie ;)
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"Syd honey, I am so sorry." Francie sat on Sydney's couch with her head on her lap. Sydney's tears had almost soaked Francie's pants. "I hate that you're going through this. But you know, all things considered, it didn't turn out so bad."
"W…what do y…you mean." Sydney sat up and started to dry his tears.
"Danny just said he needed some time to think."
"I know. And I know I should be thinking about Danny, but what Vaughn said really bothered me."
"I know sweetie. Michael was a little harsh." Francie stroked Sydney's hair.
"Harsh? More like cutting deep." Sydney frowned. "Maybe he really doesn't trust me, our love."
"Sydney, that's not true and you know it."
"I guess." Sydney slumped back on the couch and sighed. Suddenly the phone rang.
"I'll get it." Francie got up. "You know, in case it's one of them." She hurried over and picked up the phone. "Hello?" She paused listening, before turning to Sydney. "It's for you. Someone named Emily."
Sydney hurried over and grabbed the phone from Francie. "Emily?" Emily Sloane was the wife of her dad's best friend, Arvin Sloane. Ever since her mother's death when she was six (I don't know if that's right, sorry) Emily and Arvin had always been there for her. Her dad was usually out of town, and Sydney had come to known the Sloane's as a second family.
"Sydney, oh I am sorry I am not calling with good news."
"It's okay. Emily what is it? Is my dad okay?"
"Oh Sydney. He was hurt while in DC. He's in a hospital now. Arvin's been to see him, and is going to come and get you. You'll stay with us in Washington, while he gets better. I am so sorry."
"Uh, yeah. Thanks." Sydney hung up the phone. Stunned. Her dad, who she really didn't even know, was hurt.