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Jack's POV
I was filled with dread as I place the receiver on the hook. This marked the beginning of the end. I had spent the last thirty minutes describing every detail about where I found Bitsy, what she looked like, what she was wearing, when I found her, how old was she, any tribal markings, etc.
It's hard thinking back over thirteen years and remembering every detail of a chaotic world. I never heard anyone enter until I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw Ellie.
"That bad, huh?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "They don't think that I'll be able to see her once the biological parents step up, but they appreciate the call."
"Isn't there anything you can do to make sure you get to see her again?"
"There's only one way. I must show that she's living in a complete and happy family," I turned to Ellie and showed all the emotions I felt towards her. She only shook her head and stepped away.
"Jack! I can't. I've told you over and over again. I'm never getting married."
"Why have you let him ruin you like this? I love you and Bitsy loves you. We can be happy together."
"I don't love you, at least not like that. And Jack, you don't love me. No don't say anything," she said when I tried to reply. "You just think you are. We went through too much when we were younger. What you feel for me is just remnants of the past."
I didn't want to agree with her, but she left before I could say anything else. I watched as she walked out of our office to look at how "The Amulet" was coming. It was hard to believe that the newspaper had become so popular.
But I didn't care right now. All I wanted was to keep my daughter. That meant I hard to talk to some people on how I could do that.
Months later... Delia's POV
I was awakened by the phone ringing. Why did people believe that everyone was awake by 6 AM? Struggling to free myself from the covers, I feel from the bed on my way to grab the phone. "Hello," I said on a yawn.
"Is this Delia Robinson?" a male voice said. No I thought to myself, I'm just answering her phone.
"This is she," I answered.
"This is Kyle Mitchell from Lost Angels. We've found your daughter." I instantly tensed. Did they say what I think they said?
"Wh...What did you say?"
"We have found your daughter. She is actually living within miles from you. We still need to reach the man she has been living with, but we wanted to tell you first. Plus, we need to set up a time for the three of you to meet."
"Oh my. You've really found her!" Tear flowed down my eyes. They've found my baby girl. Slowly it sank in that my daughter had been raised my man. "The guy...that guy you mentioned, he wasn't part of the Technos, right?" I didn't know what I'd do if he was. I'd probably killed him, and that would mean I'd be sentenced to life. I'd see my daughter and lose her all in one day.
"Umm, I'd have to see," he said. In the background, I heard the clickty-clack of a computer keyboard. "No, no he wasn't. It says here that he was part of the Mallrats.
"When would be a good day to set up a meeting?"
"Any day," I said. We finished our conversation and I hung up the phone. A Mallrat raised my Bitsy? I could have passed her on the street and not noticed? So many emotions were running through me and I didn't know where to start.
Deciding that I wouldn't get anymore sleep, I got up and headed towards my bathroom. I might as well get ready to start my day.