Chapter 3
Erica couldn't sleep at all that night. Not only was she shocked and grieved by her mothers murder, she couldn't get the image of that detective out of her head. He had the same last name as her, and he did look kind of… familiar, almost. He was tall, like her, and had the same glittering brown eyes. His hair was curly, like Erica's was when it was wet or humid. She thought about this at length.
Bobby didn't have much luck either. His thoughts kept going back to his newfound love child. Why hadn't he been notified? Well, ok, he didn't leave any contact information, so that was a good explanation. But some of his friends were at the party, and she knew those friends as well. Why didn't she just tell them to tell him?
Erica replayed the memory as if it was yesterday. Her mother was standing in front of Erica in her wedding gown.
"Erica, dear, I have to ask you a very important question, listen closely."
6-year-old Erica nodded her head and listened intently.
"Ok, Erica, do you want to keep your daddy's last name, or do you want to change it to mommy's new name?"
Erica thought about this for a minute. She had already learned how to spell 'Goren', and she wasn't entirely sure on how to spell 'DiMarco' yet.
"I want to keep my daddy's name. I want to be unik- younie-" she stumbled over the word.
"Unique?" her mother asked.
"Yeah, Unique"
Erica's mind shut off the memory. She finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning.