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Rossi pulled his car into the spot in the garage. He grabbed Paige's suitcase and locked the car. He walked to the door that lead from the garage to the entryway. Paige followed. She took off her shoes in the entryway, not wanting to track anything in onto the immaculate white carpet. She admired all the paintings on the wall on the way to the guest room. She looked in each of the rooms they passed, the first one on the left being the living room. There was a big, soft sofa on one wall, a lazy boy chair by the large window. A big, flat-screen television hung on the wall, and across from it, was a fireplace. There was a pretty painting hanging above the mantle, and knick-knacks below it. There were two large built-in bookshelves around the fireplace and mantle, covering the whole back wall. All the shelves were covered in leather-bound books. Paige made a mental note to check out the books at a later time.
Next was the half-bath. She peeked in, noticing how clean and sparkling it was. It had a simple, yet elegant burgundy and gold theme to it. It was very pretty. The next room was on the right, it was the dining room. The white carpet continued into it, and there was a large cherry wood table in the center, surrounded by eight chairs. On the wall to the right was the china hutch, filled with beautiful plates and crystal wine glasses. On the far end was a set of glass, French doors leading to the outside. It was dark, so Paige couldn't see what was out there. On the left was a set of matching doors leading into another hallway.
Paige and Rossi reached the end of the hallway they were in and turned right. The first door on the left was across from the other door into the dining room, and it lead into the kitchen. It was very dark in the kitchen, and Paige was getting sleepy, so she told herself that she'd check it out in the morning. Finally, they reached a set of stairs at the very end of the hallway, to the left. Paige followed Rossi up the stairs. The second floor was just two guest rooms and two bathrooms. Rossi continued up the next set of stairs. Paige stopped, out of breath.
"Where are you taking me? To the attic?" She asked, panting.
"Pretty close. When I had this townhouse built, I put the master bedroom on the third floor, and across from it, a room in case I ever had kids. It's a guest room right now, but I can change it. It's the best guest room." He said.
They reached the top of the stairs. To the left was a set of French doors, which lead to Rossi's room. Across the hallway, was a single door, with a door next to it. Rossi opened the first door.
"This will be your room, kiddo." He said. "Um, I'll leave you to get settled in, and if you need me, I'll be across the hall."
"Okay, thanks."
Paige flicked on the light. She almost couldn't believe her eyes! In the center of the room on her right, was a queen-sized bed, covered in a light blue, frilly bed set. To the left, was a large closet. She opened it, and hung her jacket on one of the hangers. Across from the main door, was a set of French doors, much like the rest she'd seen. She set her book and bag on the bed and unlocked the French doors. She opened them, and stepped out onto the balcony. She could see all the city lights for miles. She looked directly down. She could've sworn she could see water. The whole back yard was surrounded by a tall fence. She went back inside, leaving the doors open.
On each side of the bed was a simple nightstand. On the wall to the left, next to the doors, was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, similar to the one downstairs. There were no books on it, so Paige set hers on one of the shelves. To the right of the bed was an antique style desk. She smiled, looking around the room. It was about three times bigger than the one in Florida, the house she'd lived in with her parents had been relatively small and only one level.
It didn't take long for Paige to unpack. She was just hanging the last item of clothing up in the closet when Rossi knocked on the door.
"Um, your bathroom is next door to this room. We have never ending hot water. And don't you think you might want to call your Mom, let her know you're okay?"
"Um, sure Mr. Rossi."
"Call me Dave, for now anyways."
"Okay, Dave."
Rossi left her alone again. She put her toiletries in the bathroom, then went back into her room. There was a simple telephone next to the bed. She picked it up and called the hospital where her mother was.
"May I speak to Casey Haller please?" She asked. "Okay thanks."
"Paige?" Came a weak voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah, Mom, it's me. I made it to Virginia okay, and I'm at Dave's house now. We're getting a DNA test soon, I don't know when though."
"Is he being nice to you? I should have called him, or written a letter, or something."
"No, he's great, Mom, he's great. I can't understand why you left him."
"Moment of weakness, baby." Casey coughed.
"It's late, Mom. Why don't you go to sleep, I'll call in the morning."
"Okay, goodnight honey. I love you with all of my heart, my little Paige Out Of A Book," she let out a wheeze of a laugh.
"I love you, too, Mom," she said, starting to cry again.
"Don't you cry, Paige. Be strong, for me? I can't be, so you have to. Okay?"
"Okay, Mom." Paige stopped crying.
"I love you baby, goodnight."
"Love you, too. Sleep well." They hung up.
As soon as Paige hung up the phone, the tears came again. She laid down in the bed and sobbed.
Just outside the door, Rossi stood listening, a pained expression on his face.