-1"What's this about?" John said as soon as the door closed behind them. Elizabeth sat down and sighed.
"Have a seat, John." She looked up at him with her green eyes and tried to smile, to ease his nerves. She'd never been good at that, but nevertheless she always gave it her best shot. "Wow…I…um…don't really know how to say this-"
"Then just say it-" John was looking at her with those fierce eyes he got when he was nervous or afraid.
"Lisa and Nick Mercer, a married couple from Boston were killed in a car accident four days ago on their way to Connecticut."
"Well…that's terrible, but what does it have to do with me?" John asked, confused.
"You may know Lisa better as…Lisa Foster," John's eyes got huge, almost tearing up. Elizabeth continued. "She left behind a daughter, Alexa. She's nine years old."
Elizabeth pushed a picture across her desk to John.
All John could do was stare at the picture. The little girl in it looked exactly like him. It was obviously her latest school picture. He could tell that Lisa had tried to tame her wild black hair, but had failed miserably. She had pale green eyes spotted with flecks of brown, just like his. She was beautiful. John looked back up at Elizabeth.
"She's yours, John." Elizabeth said, confirming what he already knew.
Immediately, questions started zooming through John's mind. Is she okay? Is she being fed enough? Is she cold? Is she scared? What has her life been like?
"Does she know about me?" John finally asked.
"No, no she doesn't." Elizabeth looked down. "Her social worker thought it best that Alexa not be told unless it was for sure that she could come to live with you."
"Of course she can!" John said, like it was stupid to think otherwise. They sat in silence for a moment, then Elizabeth spoke up.
"I've arranged for you to meet her next week."
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Sorry its short…..R&R!!!