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Chapter 3-

I woke up about and hour later, confused and hungry. Who was Gallagher Girl? What is Gallagher? When is dinner going to be ready?

I could smell spaghetti and meatballs. I got out of bed and walked to the door.

I had no idea how big my house was. It was like one of those old Victorian mansions with a spiral staircase and a large chandelier. I walked down the stairs and looked around. To my right was a fancy parlor that looked immaculate. To my left was a large room with a plasma screen T.V. Children's toys were strewn across the floor. I went to the left.

Beyond the T.V. room was a less fancy dining room. Six places were set up around the table, and I could hear women's voices coming from the room just beyond that. I walked through the dining room and into a large white kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table were three women drinking tea- Belle, a young red head, and an almost identical older red head who looked to be about 45, give or take a few years.

All three stopped talking when I walked in the room. The younger red head smiled widely and flung herself at me. The older one chuckled and said, "Don't go knocking him around, Lia. You'll put him back in the hospital." Lia let go of me as the older one came forward, arms outstretched. "I've missed you, baby," she said as she pulled me into a hug.

Belle got up from the table and came towards us. "While you were sleeping I called Lia and your mother to tell them you were awake. They wanted to come see you, so I invited them for dinner." I looked at my mother and sister. The only difference I could find between them was their age and the little scar right below my mother's left eye. Other than that, they looked exactly the same.

Grant and Emma came in. When they saw Lia, they ran at her, Emma clinging onto her leg, Grant hugging her waist. Lia laughed at them and my mother said, "What? I don't get any love?"

Emma and Grant responded by letting go of Lia and attacking my mom. I thought for sure they would knock her down, but she had surprisingly good balance. Then it was time for dinner.

This is how we sat down to eat: I was at the head of the table and my mother sat at the other end. To my left Grant sat next to me and in between him and my mom sat Lia. On my right sat Belle and next to her sat Emma. We were all eating our spaghetti and talking about my life and everything I'd forgotten. It turned out that Lia also worked for my mom's company and went on many business trips because of it. Whenever she was in town, though, she'd stay here and babysit the kids while Belle and I went out. She'd been about to leave on a trip to Barcelona when Belle called and said I was awake.

They were telling funny stories about me when Emma asked my mom, "Grandma, what's the ring on your finger for?"

My mom took the ring off her finger and handed it to Emma. "It's my company's ring, sweetheart. If you ever decide to work for Grandma than you can have one, too."

"Will I get one?" Grant asked.

"If you decide to come work for me. By the time you're old enough, though, Lia will probably be in charge."

"I don't think either of you will be working for Grandma anytime soon," Belle answered, staring daggers at my mom.

"Mom, what does your company do?" I asked.

"Well, we go on a lot of business trips around the world. The company is spread out across the globe, and we have a lot of people working with us. Most of our work has to be done in secret because our competitors can be quite hostile. Currently we're trying to find a woman who's been keeping important information from us. We tricked her father about 18 years ago into giving us some of the information, but she holds the rest of it. The problem is, she has a lot of friends in high places and it's very hard to track her."

"Who is she?"

"Oh, no one you need to worry about, dear. But enough about work, let's just enjoy this fine meal."

And so we did. For the rest of the night Belle, Lia, and my mother told stories about me to Grant and Emma. Some were funny and some were sad. My mom told me all about my father.

Eventually Lia and my mom went home and Belle and I put Emma and Grant in bed. We went back downstairs and Belle put our wedding video on. It was funny. Belle shoved cake in my face and shoved some in hers. While we were dancing someone accidentally stepped on the back of her dress and Lia had to sew the dress where it ripped. Our wedding song was "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. Belle danced with her father to "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle. It was a really beautiful wedding.

The tape skipped over a few years and then we were at an ice cream parlor. Emma was sleeping in her stroller and I held Grant in my arms. He was fast asleep. Belle was holding the camera and laughing at me because Grant's face was covered in chocolate and it was getting all over my white shirt.

I was laughing and having a great time watching all of these memories. It almost felt like I could remember them. Belle was sitting snuggled up on the couch next to me and laughing. All of a sudden, I stopped and stared at the screen. Belle had put the camera down to wipe off Grant's face and it was pointing in a weird direction. The screen was upside down, but it didn't matter. I still saw it.

Belle realized what I had seen, and she got off the couch and pulled the tape out. "Well that's the end of that tape. Do you want to watch another one? We've got plenty more. Or we could call it a night. Actually I'm really tired. I think I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you upstairs." She said all of this in about five seconds. She looked pale and a little nervous. Before I could say anything she ran upstairs.

I stayed on the couch for about 15 minutes. Then I slowly got up and walked up the stairs. I got ready for bed and walked into my room. Belle was already in the bed, fast asleep. I climbed in next to her, but I wasn't tired. I couldn't sleep. I was too confused.

Obviously Belle didn't want me to see what I did. For whatever reason, it made her nervous that I had seen it.

I was kind of freaked out, though. Obviously there was something Belle wasn't telling me. Something from my past. Something important.

It had to be important. If it wasn't then Belle wouldn't have freaked out like that. She wouldn't have pulled the tape out so quickly. What I had seen scared her.

What I had seen scared me, too. I didn't know why, but I had to find out. I had to find out what was so important about that girl.

Because at the ice cream parlor, sitting at a table, staring right at the video camera was a woman. But not just any woman.

It was Gallagher Girl.

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