A/N – Well, here's part 1 of another 2 part update! This is realty short, but I'm working on Bulletproof. So, forgive me.
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Chapter Thirteen – Is She Awake?
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Portia walked into her parents' house, closing the door behind her. "Brige!" she called, dreading the talk she was about to have with her daughter. It was going to break her heart, but it had to be done.
Tom wasn't coming back and Brigitte needed to know she wasn't going to have the father she had always dreamed of.
"Mommy?" The little girl's voice broke and Portia looked up, smiling sadly at her daughter. "When is Daddy coming home?"
"Brige, Daddy's not coming home." The little girl's eyes filled with tears.
"But he always comes back...He yells and then he comes back."
"Not this time, Sweetie," Portia sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around her daughter. "I'm sorry..."
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Darius' eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you mean?"
"She's at Toronto Memorial." Tom looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes.
Darius jumped out of his chair, moving around his desk. "Well, why the hell is she there, Tom? And why the hell didn't anyone tell me!"
"She just got there a couple hours ago."
"Why is she there?" he asked again.
"Well, I was in Montana with Brigitte and I told her I was staying there. And she…she got in a car accident and—"
Darius' eyes widened. "You were with Brigitte!" Tom took a step back, regretting opening his mouth.
He put his hands up in defense. "D, please, listen to me."
Darius stepped up to the other man, getting in his face. "Tom, get out. You're fired. Get the hell out of my office and don't ever come back."
Tom sighed, realizing that this was useless. Turning around, he walked out of Darius' office, probably for the least time.
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Mason walked out of Studio A, his eyes widening at the sight of Tom. "Is that you, Quincy?" he asked, a big smile on his face. Tom ignored him, continuing out the doors. "Hey, wait up!" Mason rushed over to him, grabbing onto his arm.
"What do you want?" Tom demanded, frowning at the younger man.
"Maybe a 'hello' from my producer, who mysteriously disappeared without so much as word?" He smiled warmly at him, hoping the older man would realize that he was just joking around.
"I'm not your producer," he barked, pushing past Mason and walking down the street.
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Jordan scanned the paper in front of him, nodding his approval. Chuckling to himself, he slipped the slip inside the envelope, licking it shut.
"Two days, Harrison. Two days," he muttered, smirking.
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Kwest set his Styrofoam coffee cup on the table next to him. He and Sadie had gotten back to Toronto a few hours ago and Sadie had been in visiting Jude ever since. He was starting to get a little worried.
He thought back to their flight in and a smile crossed his face. He was still wondering if everything had been a dream. But as he sat here, waiting for the older Harrison girl, he knew it was real. He and Sadie were really an item.
"Kwest!" He heard her frail voice scream down the hallway. He looked around, finally spotting her waving her arms around at the end of the hall. "Hurry!"
He panicked, rushing toward her. "What is it?"
"It's Jude. Come quick!"
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A/N – What did we think?
Only 2 more chapters left….then an epilogue! Go ahead and read the next chapter. It's a present, since I love you all so much!