Okay, I know this chapter is short. . . but I promise if at least two people review, I'll update VERY soon. . .
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Spreading News
Margaret May was busy cleaning the kitchen while her husband and 5 year old licked spoons full of cookie dough. It had been 10 years since she lost Josie. Josie had been her life for 17 years before she was brutally taken from them.
Margaret looked over to little Emma and sighed. How she wished Emma could've met her big sister. Josephine and Emma were so alike. Like her sister, Emma had beautiful, long, dark, raven hair pulled into two braids instead of her sister's single braid. Her soft face held expressive eyes that showed her every emotion. But instead of a wise seal-grey, they were a playful ocean-blue.
Margaret was contently watching her family when the phone rang.
"I'll get it." She said, making her way to the phone in the living room. "Hello?"
"Hello? Is this Mrs. May?" an authoritative voice asked.
"Yes, this is she,"
"Hello Mrs. May, my name is Dr. Eli Tillard. I'm calling from Mercy Hospital in Manhattan. We believe we have found your daughter, Josephine."
Margaret's heart lurched. "W-what?"
"She's been going by the name 'Jo Emay' for the past 10 years which might lead to why we just found her." Margaret couldn't think. Her Josie? Her baby was alive? "Mrs. May, Josephine needs you. She's in a semi-coma and has lost a significant amount of blood from a gunshot wound to her abdomen. The man who came in with her requested us to call you and your neighbor Mrs. Cohen and alert you that your children are in the hospital."
"What's wrong with Martha's boy?"
Dr. Tillard sighed, "Mark is severely underweight, malnourished and going through heroin withdrawal."
"What?!" Margaret couldn't believe it.
"Mrs. May, I must go. But please come down to the hospital as soon as you can."
"I will."
Margaret hung up the phone and returned to the kitchen to face her husband and her youngest daughter. Emma immediately sensed something amiss.
"What's wrong Momma?"
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Back in San Francisco, California, Amber, Ella, Lena and Kaila were preparing dinner.
"Do we want to make a salad?" Ella asked, looking through the refrigerator.
"I want salad. Anyone else?" Kaila was cooking the chicken on the stove.
"Amber won't eat any. I'll have some." Lena said, putting plates down on their table.
Amber, who was placing silverware, stuck out her tongue.
The phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Amber sang, dropping the silverware and skipping to the phone. "Hello?"
Ella, Lena and Kaila giggled.
"It's probably one of her boys." Kaila pointed out.
". . . Or her boss, asking her to come in early." Lena laughed.
"Wait, something's not right." Ella said, eyeing Amber carefully.
Amber hung up the phone and returned to the kitchen, looking shaken.
"What's wrong?"
Amber looked like she was about to cry. "We have to go to New York." She said, trying and failing to steady her voice. "Jo's in the hospital. She's been shot."
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