"Excuse me?" Olivia asked in complete confusion. Behind her she heard Elliot's cell ring and he walked down the hall to answer it.
"You're her," Mrs. Leverson answered.
"Ma'am, I don't understand."
"Here, sit. I will explain to you what I mean. But I apologize to you before I you hear this story."
Olivia, confused, listened as Margaret Leverson told her a very twisted story.
"Well," Margaret started out, " My daughter, Lila, was raped when she was in college and Amelia was the result. Lila decided to keep her and I helped out whenever I could. Amelia was such a happy little girl. Despite the reason she came into the world, she made Lila very happy. When Amelia was about five, Lila was killed in a car accident. As it turned out, the man who raped Lila had been keeping tabs on them since Amelia was born. I was supposed to get custody of her…." Margaret paused, trying not to cry. " But that evil, awful man took me to court. Since Lila never reported the rape, he claimed that it was consensual and that Lila had never given him the chance to be a part of Amelia's life….and the judge gave him custody!" Margaret was on her feet, yelling by this point. She noticed people looking at her and quickly sat down.
"Continue, Mrs. Leverson," Olivia said. Elliot had wrapped up his phone call and had pulled up a chair next to Olivia to listen to the story.
"For the past ten years, that man has been torturing that poor, sweet, little girl. As she got older, she began sneaking out to payphones to call me. It was during those phone calls that she told me all about you,"
Olivia interrupted her as she paused to take a breath. " I don't really understand what I have to do with this."
Margaret grabbed Olivia's hand. "He's your father too, sweetheart. He has keeping tabs on you your whole life also.