Chapter 2
Eric had never seen Calleigh cry like that before. Yea he had seen her cry, once, but not like this. It broke his heart into a million pieces. He moved his hand up to her shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze and in return she squeezed his hand.
"I can't believe she's still alive!" It was all she could say.
"Who's still alive?" Eric kept asking over and over.
"They told me she had died, lost a lot of blood. They told me I shouldn't go looking for her." More tears came to her eyes and rolled down her face. "She was only seven years old!"
Eric could see this was really upsetting and tried to convince Calleigh to go home but she kept refusing, kept telling him she had to work, keep her mind off of her.
Meanwhile Rachel was walking down the street about a block away from the crime lab. She was thinking about Michael and what he had said to her before she left. Why didn't she come looking for me? Does it mean she never loved me, never wanted me? No, I know she loved me. She used to tell me every night! So why didn't she look for me? Questions were racing through her mind. Michael had told her everything about Calleigh, about how after a few weeks she gave up looking. How he had gotten away with it! She sat on a bench thinking about the other day!
"What is wrong with you today Mike! You're usually so happy when I make waffles!" Rachel walked up behind him and rubbed his shoulders. He told her when she was little that he wasn't her father, that he only looked after her because her mom couldn't, but nevertheless she treated him like a dad.
"Sorry honey, I'm just daydreaming." He gave her a fake smile.
"Well you need to be happy by six coz aunt Laura is coming over." Rachel bounced back over to the waffle maker.
"I haven't forgotten don't worry!" Michael looked down at his breakfast and sighed. "Rachel there's something I need to tell you!"
"Can it wait, I'm very busy!" She was rushing around the kitchen trying to clean up and make herself some breakfast.
"No it can't. I'm gonna tell you whether or not you're listening." He took a deep breath and told her the horrible truth. "Your mom never asked me to look after you! I took you from your bedroom one night and was instructed to kill you!" He looked over to where Rachel was standing and when she didn't move he continued, "She tried to look for you but gave up after a few weeks. I watched her for a month, she threw a funeral for you and everything. She must have loved you a lot. Anyway when it came time to kill you I couldn't do it! I planted some blood at your house the night I took you to make it look like I had but I couldn't do it." He waited for her to get angry and scream at him but she just stood there and after a while continued what she was doing without saying another word.
She sat back on the bench and allowed her head to fall backwards. How could he have done this? She didn't notice when a guy sat down next to her. He had asked her if he could sit there but she was in a deep trance and didn't hear him.
"Hello! Anyone home?" She looked up to see a smiling face.
"Oh, hi Tony!" She rested her head back down.
"Is that all I get? A simple hi!" He laughed. "What has a boyfriend got to do to get a kiss from his beautiful girlfriend?"
She didn't say anything, she just leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.