A/N: I was going to try and post another chapter, but just don't have the
time. Have a great week ya'll! PCGirl.
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PC: 2020
"You guys are killing me," said Ian as he sat down next to Livvie outside of Kevin's office.
Livvie laughed, "Yeah, Caleb called me a bit ago and gave me a warning that you'd be on your way to see me."
"I swear if this story wasn't actually interesting I would have given up hearing it."
"Glad to hear it. So what are you doing at the hospital tonight?"
"I'm waiting for my son to get off so we can go over to Ramsey's for dinner."
"Ahh—so you'll probably hear about Jasmine then."
"Is it that bad?"
"No, just sad. But anyways, let me tell you the part that Caleb said I was supposed to tell."
"Do you guys do this all the time—tell this story in little segments to strangers coming through town, or is it just to get back at me for never visiting in the past sixteen years?"
"It's you, Ian."
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PC: 2010
"Great—it looks like it's about to storm," said Livvie as she grabbed the bouquet of wild flowers she had bought for Amelia. "Ok, this is what we're going to do, Alex—Mommy is going to run over and put these on your sister's grave—she's leaving the car running and locked, I'll be right back," she said looking and seeing him staring at the ceiling. "Love you, little prince," she said as she finished taking off the hands free lock device from her key chain and slipped it in her pocket.
"Hey baby," she said as she put down the flowers and stood there for a second at the grave. "I'd stay longer, but—." She stopped talking, she had heard footsteps behind her, "Hello?" she said turning around and calling out. Whatever she had thought she heard was gone now, but she jumped when she heard thunder and the sky in the distance flashed lightning. "Ok, I better get back to Alex—we love you," she said as she made a dash back for the car—still feeling like she was being watched.
"Ok, little prince," she said slipping in the car and shutting the door. "Flowers have been delivered, now let's see if we can pick up Tara and get home before this downpour hits," she said putting the car in reverse and looking to see if it was clear behind her. A knock on her window made her scream as she looked to see Rafe standing there and she gave a breath, "Why did you do that?" she said rolling down the window.
"Why are you so skittish?" he said as he looked behind her and saw Alex sitting there.
"Well, I wouldn't be if you hadn't been watching me at Amelia's grave," she snapped.
"I wasn't at the grave, or anywhere near it—I was out jogging," he said as she noticed he did have on jogging pants, his sneakers and a gray running shirt.
"Are you sure?"
"Would it make you feel better if I told you it was me?"
"Would you be telling the truth?"
"No, but if it makes you feel better," he shrugged.
"Great—I'm being stalked," she said as her phone rang. "It's out of country—probably Caleb," she said answering it, "Hello? Oh—Delia, hi," she said as Rafe gave her a look and Alex began to cry.
"May I?" asked Rafe as Livvie nodded and unlocked the back door for Rafe.
"Hey—what's the matter with you?" asked Rafe as he picked him up. "Oh—I see what it is," he said as he went the passenger's side and got a diaper from the diaper bag.
"Well, I'm not sure where he could be then Delia—his plane was supposed to leave here two days ago. Uhm—hold on a minute," she said as her and Rafe traded baby for cell phone.
"Buna ziua, Delia," he said as he went around the back of the car and had the conversation. Livvie tried to listen as she changed Alex's diaper, but the only words she could get out of the conversation were the Romanian words for airport and telephone—two of the very limited Romanian words that she did understand. She was putting Alex back in his seat when Rafe came back around to her side, "Mult umesc," he said hanging up the phone.
"Well?" she said crossing her arms.
"There is no record of a plane carrying one Caleb Morley landing in Sighisoara. Is there a chance he would have gone to another airport?"
"No, that's the only one we've ever landed at. Anyways, Sighisoara is the closest to Daia—why would he land somewhere else and travel further."
"Good point—I have a feeling he might not have ever got to the airport that night."
"Was he planning on going somewhere else first?"
"Get in the passenger seat," he said as he got into the driver's seat of Livvie's car.
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"What are we doing here?" asked Livvie as she held Alex—now full of milk after a short stop in the ladies room and asleep to boot.
"Caleb and I had a chat—I thought he was just being his usual cocky self—I never realized he might be planning a set up."
"A set up?"
"Hold on," he said putting his finger to his lip as he knocked on the door of the manager's office and it opened, "Hi. I'm Stephen Clay's manager," said Rafe through a cough as he ignored Livvie's sideways glance. "He said he was going to look at the old studio before he left town—I haven't heard from him, did he come by?"
"Yes he did," he grumbled. "Guy went up there and then left the door wide open—stupid rock star, they are all the same."
"He didn't come back down?"
"I didn't see him come down though he left the keys in there, oh and this-- ," he said as he handed over a picture and slammed the door on his face.
"Caleb told you he was coming over here? Geez Rafe I can't believe you didn't realize it was a set up," she said as she rubbed her eyes. "What is that a picture of anyways?"
"Here," he said handing it over. It was a small colored picture of a young man holding a five or six year old—as she squinted at it she realized the young man was Joshua, and the little boy—well that must have been JT. She looked at Rafe and hit him in the arm.
"Hey, what was that for?" he said rubbing his arm.
"You deserved it," she smiled.
"Thanks," he said rolling his eyes as his phone rang, "Hello?"
"Hey," said Alison hesitantly. "Where are you?"
"I'm with Livvie—it's a long story. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, I think so. You're never going to guess who is here in the living room playing with Lizzie right now."
"Who?"
"Jamal—and Rafe, he remembers the whole ordeal."
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PC: 2020
"You guys are killing me," said Ian as he sat down next to Livvie outside of Kevin's office.
Livvie laughed, "Yeah, Caleb called me a bit ago and gave me a warning that you'd be on your way to see me."
"I swear if this story wasn't actually interesting I would have given up hearing it."
"Glad to hear it. So what are you doing at the hospital tonight?"
"I'm waiting for my son to get off so we can go over to Ramsey's for dinner."
"Ahh—so you'll probably hear about Jasmine then."
"Is it that bad?"
"No, just sad. But anyways, let me tell you the part that Caleb said I was supposed to tell."
"Do you guys do this all the time—tell this story in little segments to strangers coming through town, or is it just to get back at me for never visiting in the past sixteen years?"
"It's you, Ian."
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PC: 2010
"Great—it looks like it's about to storm," said Livvie as she grabbed the bouquet of wild flowers she had bought for Amelia. "Ok, this is what we're going to do, Alex—Mommy is going to run over and put these on your sister's grave—she's leaving the car running and locked, I'll be right back," she said looking and seeing him staring at the ceiling. "Love you, little prince," she said as she finished taking off the hands free lock device from her key chain and slipped it in her pocket.
"Hey baby," she said as she put down the flowers and stood there for a second at the grave. "I'd stay longer, but—." She stopped talking, she had heard footsteps behind her, "Hello?" she said turning around and calling out. Whatever she had thought she heard was gone now, but she jumped when she heard thunder and the sky in the distance flashed lightning. "Ok, I better get back to Alex—we love you," she said as she made a dash back for the car—still feeling like she was being watched.
"Ok, little prince," she said slipping in the car and shutting the door. "Flowers have been delivered, now let's see if we can pick up Tara and get home before this downpour hits," she said putting the car in reverse and looking to see if it was clear behind her. A knock on her window made her scream as she looked to see Rafe standing there and she gave a breath, "Why did you do that?" she said rolling down the window.
"Why are you so skittish?" he said as he looked behind her and saw Alex sitting there.
"Well, I wouldn't be if you hadn't been watching me at Amelia's grave," she snapped.
"I wasn't at the grave, or anywhere near it—I was out jogging," he said as she noticed he did have on jogging pants, his sneakers and a gray running shirt.
"Are you sure?"
"Would it make you feel better if I told you it was me?"
"Would you be telling the truth?"
"No, but if it makes you feel better," he shrugged.
"Great—I'm being stalked," she said as her phone rang. "It's out of country—probably Caleb," she said answering it, "Hello? Oh—Delia, hi," she said as Rafe gave her a look and Alex began to cry.
"May I?" asked Rafe as Livvie nodded and unlocked the back door for Rafe.
"Hey—what's the matter with you?" asked Rafe as he picked him up. "Oh—I see what it is," he said as he went the passenger's side and got a diaper from the diaper bag.
"Well, I'm not sure where he could be then Delia—his plane was supposed to leave here two days ago. Uhm—hold on a minute," she said as her and Rafe traded baby for cell phone.
"Buna ziua, Delia," he said as he went around the back of the car and had the conversation. Livvie tried to listen as she changed Alex's diaper, but the only words she could get out of the conversation were the Romanian words for airport and telephone—two of the very limited Romanian words that she did understand. She was putting Alex back in his seat when Rafe came back around to her side, "Mult umesc," he said hanging up the phone.
"Well?" she said crossing her arms.
"There is no record of a plane carrying one Caleb Morley landing in Sighisoara. Is there a chance he would have gone to another airport?"
"No, that's the only one we've ever landed at. Anyways, Sighisoara is the closest to Daia—why would he land somewhere else and travel further."
"Good point—I have a feeling he might not have ever got to the airport that night."
"Was he planning on going somewhere else first?"
"Get in the passenger seat," he said as he got into the driver's seat of Livvie's car.
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"What are we doing here?" asked Livvie as she held Alex—now full of milk after a short stop in the ladies room and asleep to boot.
"Caleb and I had a chat—I thought he was just being his usual cocky self—I never realized he might be planning a set up."
"A set up?"
"Hold on," he said putting his finger to his lip as he knocked on the door of the manager's office and it opened, "Hi. I'm Stephen Clay's manager," said Rafe through a cough as he ignored Livvie's sideways glance. "He said he was going to look at the old studio before he left town—I haven't heard from him, did he come by?"
"Yes he did," he grumbled. "Guy went up there and then left the door wide open—stupid rock star, they are all the same."
"He didn't come back down?"
"I didn't see him come down though he left the keys in there, oh and this-- ," he said as he handed over a picture and slammed the door on his face.
"Caleb told you he was coming over here? Geez Rafe I can't believe you didn't realize it was a set up," she said as she rubbed her eyes. "What is that a picture of anyways?"
"Here," he said handing it over. It was a small colored picture of a young man holding a five or six year old—as she squinted at it she realized the young man was Joshua, and the little boy—well that must have been JT. She looked at Rafe and hit him in the arm.
"Hey, what was that for?" he said rubbing his arm.
"You deserved it," she smiled.
"Thanks," he said rolling his eyes as his phone rang, "Hello?"
"Hey," said Alison hesitantly. "Where are you?"
"I'm with Livvie—it's a long story. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, I think so. You're never going to guess who is here in the living room playing with Lizzie right now."
"Who?"
"Jamal—and Rafe, he remembers the whole ordeal."