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Morgan POV
We rose early the next morning, gathering our few items and getting ready to leave for New Orleans. Remy left for a while to "acquire" us a car to drive home in. I tried not to think to hard about what he was doing. I had long ago promised myself that I would never steal. But we were desperate
We loaded up and started out in a mid-size navy blue car, something that wouldn't draw us any unwanted attention. Very few words passed between us as Remy drove. I was too busy worrying about what would happen when we got home. What had Tante Cécile done when she learned I was missing? Had she called the police? Had she told them I was found after I had finally called her? How would her and Amy react when they saw us? Happy? Shocked? Angry? It was scary to think about.
Another problem plagued me, one that I didn't want to think about because there seemed to be more important issues pressing down upon me. But I couldn't help it. Where did I stand with Remy? Yes we had shared a few kisses, but those were in the heat of the moment. I had felt so many emotions running through me at the time that I just did it. No thinking about consequences. Just did it.
Remy POV
Morgan had been quiet through most of our long trip home. I knew something was bothering her but that was to be expected. She had a mother and a friend waiting for her. I knew no one in the Guild would ask questions. They would just hand me my next assignment. I suddenly found myself wanting to be apart of her small family, to have someone to worry about me when I was gone. I looked over at her, her eyes shut. She had been sleeping before but now her breathing pattern was faster. She was awake. I reached over, taking her small hand in mine.
"Wake up Chère," I said softly, pulling her hand to my lips. She shifted in her seat, looking so young and innocent. A smile played on my lips.
"We are almost home," I said in the same soft voice. She opened her eyes and all of the worry and fear flooded back into them. Morgan, my sweet, fearless Morgan, was scared.
"I don't know if I want to go home," she said after a moment. I glanced at her quickly.
"Why not?" I asked. "Your Tante and Amy have been worried sick about you."
"I don't think it will be good. This whole situation is just… weird. People are used to you being gone but for me to just up and disappear, that's just not like me."
I could sense where she was going with this. "You think they'd blame me?" I asked. She nodded her head.
I kissed her hand again. "Do'n worry about me Voodoo."
Morgan POV
An hour later, we finally entered New Orleans. It looked just how I left it. People were milling about, oblivious to our homecoming. For some reason, this filled my stomach with dread. Remy finally pulled up to Tante Cécile's home. My home. He turned the car off and turned towards me, taking my hands in his.
"You can do this" he said, looking me straight in the eye.
I nodded my head slowly and got out of the car, waiting for Remy before walking towards the door. My feet felt like lead and my stomach was in knots. I stared at the door for what seemed like an eternity. I finally grasped the old brass knocker and knocked on the door. I heard rustling inside the house. Then the lock clicked and the door opened. I looked up to see Amy. She looked, different. She had grown up but her eyes looked years older than the rest of her.
"Oh my God." I heard her whisper.
"Who is it?" came a voice from within. Suddenly, Tante Cécile was in the doorway. Her dark eyes grew wide, tears quickly filling them. Her hand grasped her heart as her mouth worked wordlessly, at a loss for words. Her eyes flew between Remy and I.
"Tante?" I asked tentatively, trying to break her from her trance.
Her eyes focused on me for a second. And then she was gone, making her way to the back of the house. I heard the door to her room slam, causing me to wince. Amy turned her brown eyes to me. "You better have a damn good explination."
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