Legacy looked through the window at the women practicing dancing. They looked so free and happy. She wanted to feel that way too. There was a time she dreamed about learning to dance too but she was never allowed. She caught her own soft green eyes in the glass and sighed. She would never be free and happy. She was stuck forever.

"It's incredible how some people can move their bodies," a man said.

She looked to the side and saw a man standing next to her. He was looking at the dancers too and she took a moment to study him. He was good looking with his long hair pulled back in a bun and his full beard. He wore black jeans and a Parkway Drive band shirt, and he carried a plastic bag in one hand.

"Yes," she agreed.
"Do you dance?" He asked.
"Unfortunately not," she answered.

He turned his head and smiled at her.

"I bet you would rock dancing if you gave it a go," he said.
"It's not in the cards for me," she said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"It just isn't," she shrugged. "Excuse me. I need to get home with these groceries or they'll go bad in this heat."

She walked past him. That little comment about being able to rock dancing was the biggest compliment anyone had ever paid her. He would never know how much such a simple sentence meant to her.

"Your father wants to meet you," he said.

She froze on the spot. There was absolutely no way this stranger could know that she had never met her father. She turned around and looked at him.

"He's very ill and dying. He wants to get to know you," he said.
"Of course there's a hidden motive behind it. He wants me to forgive him for not reaching out for 31 long years now that he's about to die. Forget it. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness after the hell he left me with," she said.
"He didn't leave you," he said.
"Bullshit!" She growled.
"He can explain it better himself. What I can tell you is that you weren't easy to find. He's spent over a decade trying to track you down. Ever since you turned 18, he's been hellbent on finding you somehow. We finally did two weeks ago. I spent the last two weeks following you around until I could get a picture of your mother to make sure we had the right woman. You're his daughter, Legacy," he said.

There was no way this man could know her name unless he knew who she was. All her life she had been told her father abandoned her because she was useless. She always believed her mother was telling the truth. No one liked her. She was useless so naturally her father would have thought the same thing too.

"I can see you're thinking," he said.

He took out his wallet, grabbed a business card from it, and handed it to her. She looked at it and saw his name and phone number.

"Seth Rollins," she read out loud.
"That's me," he grinned. "Your father's name is Adam Copeland but everyone just calls him Edge. I'll give you some time to think. Call me when you're ready to talk. Also, this is for you from him. You might wanna open it before you go home so you can hide it somehow."

He handed her the bag. She looked inside but there was a box gift wrapped.

"I told him you didn't need it wrapped but he insisted," he chuckled. "He said your first gift from him was important enough to be gift wrapped."
"Thank you," she said.
"Anyway, call me," he said.
"I can't," she said.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't have access to a phone but the words wouldn't leave her mouth. It wasn't normal that a 31 year old woman didn't have a phone.

"Open your gift," he winked. "I'll be waiting for your call."

He turned around and started walking away.

"Do I look like him?" She asked.

He turned around and nodded at her while smiling.

"You got the same hair color as him. He used to have long hair too," he said. "And I bet once I see you smile, you'll smile just like him. I can't wait to see it."

She couldn't even remember herself the last time she smiled, or if she ever actually did truly smile. She had never felt happy. He turned around again and walked away. She watched him leave. It was hard to take her eyes off him with everything he had just told her. He reached the corner, turned and waved at her, and then he was gone.

"The gift," she mumbled.

She walked to the nearest bench and sat down. She removed the wrapping paper and stared at a box for a cell phone. Her jaw nearly dropped. She opened the box and picked up the phone. It was already turned on and ready to go. She clicked into it to see Seth's number was already listed in the phone book. She checked to make sure the phone was on mute but of course he already been thinking about that too. There was an unread text. She clicked on it and it was a text from Seth.

"I'll give you the charger next time."

She put the box and the plastic bag in the trash can next to the bench. She stood up and put the phone in her bag pocket. She would hide it in her room as soon as she got home. It wasn't as if her mother bothered to go through her things anyway. 31 years of being treated as a personal slave and made to believe she was useless without putting up a fight made her mother think she had everything under control. And she did have everything under control until this moment. Seth had turned everything upside down.