"Tara, will you tell me a story?" Aidan asked kindly.

"Okay, what kind of story?" Tara replied.

"It doesn't matter, just tell me a story." Aidan was excited. He loved hearing stories, just not from Rachel because he didn't want to admit that he liked them, at least not to her.

"Alright, I will tell you the scariest moment in my life." Tara paused and cleared her throat. "Okay, I had just sang my solo in the church choir. And I got off the stage. And that's when it happened." She paused again.

Aidan was jumping around. "What happened? What happened?"

"She hit the floor. Arrow in her side. As I stepped off the spotlight, my smile and bright eyes turned to tears. The next thing I knew I was screaming, 'Mommy, Mommy, come back, Mommy, I love you, I love you.' She never did answer back but I knew she did love me. And I never did find out who shot her with that arrow. And since my father was nowhere to be found, and my Aunt Evelyn was in the mental hospital, I had to be put up for adoption. The next day, I saw the newspaper, 'News reporter for Daily Paper Daily, shot by arrow in heart, C. J. Allona died late last night.' I cried harder, harder than before. I saw her die Aidan." Her voice just barely a whisper, "I saw her die." Tears rolled down her cheek.

Aidan hugged her tight.