Chapter 1-
"Look I've had a pack of wolves on my ass since I left the drop, okay?"
-Aaron Cross, Bourne Legacy
The sound of the front door opening, snapped my attention away from my homework, and I looked up towards the front door, from the kitchen table. A tall slender woman walked in, shutting the door behind her, before taking off her shoes and coat. She untied high ponytail and her dark brown hair fell down to her shoulders.
"Maria," I called, as she walked towards the kitchen. "How's work?"
Maria Silver was my father's closest friend and she was now…I guess my guardian. She homeschooled me and gave me homework while she went off to work. She never told me where she worked or what her job was. I had asked her millions of times, but she still didn't answer me, so I just let my question go.
"Busy, as usual." She answered, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle of water. "It's been really hectic since…" She trailed off, sparking a scene of curiosity in me.
"Since' when?" I questioned.
"Nothing. Its nothing, Madison." She took sip of the water bottle, before placing back and closing the door.
"Maria," I insisted, still not satisfied with her answer. "Come on. Tell me!"
"Madison," She fixed her sharp and intelligent dark green orbs on my eyes. "Its nothing."
"Fine." I gave in and neatly placed my homework into a neat pile, before hopping off the stool.
"Did you eat dinner?" she called, as I started to walk up the stairs and towards my room.
"Yeah," I answered. "The leftover mac and cheese with mashed potatoes and green beans."
There was no reply after that so I just walked into my room and shut the door behind me. I opened the drawer to the side table and moved around the objects in the drawer, trying to reach the bottom. Finally, I found a blurred picture of a man. It was so blurred that you couldn't make out his face at all. He was looking towards the camera, but I couldn't see his face. I had found the picture one night in the garbage in Maria's room. (Don't ask me what I was doing, because I really have no idea.)
As soon I first touched the photo, something inside of me stirred. I'm not sure what the feeling was…but if I were to describe it, it was like a warm feeling in my stomach. A very comforting warm feeling. I held the photo up to the light and lay down onto my bed, staring up at the photo, the light, filtering the colors of the photo.
