Prologue: My unknown beginnings
Ronald Williams clipped his ID badge onto his blue scrubs, he apparently had no qualms about what he’s about to do. He walks into the room of the sleeping girl. Her folder named her as Jenna Robin Greens, and it’s now three days until her second birthday.
He pulled the syringe out of his scrubs, doubt gnawing inside him as he picked up the IV chord. Is money really worth the life of an innocent two year old girl? His gloved thumb pauses over the plunger, and he trembles as he tries to come to a decision. Was he willing to be responsible not only for this girl’s death, but the decline of her parent that was sure to come? No.
He slipped the poisoned needle back into his pocket, his mind reeling as he tries to figure out how he can save her, and himself. He tossed the stolen ID onto the floor and pulled off the top part of his scrubs, and as the syringe rolled away, he revealed the grungy black t shirt beneath. He skillfully disconnected poor Jenna from the IV, silently apologizing to her as he bundled her into the blue cloth. He ran out, avoiding the cameras, the poor life wrapped in the stolen uniform clasped to his chest…
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The sweet smile of the five year old who didn’t belong to him almost makes him guilty, but Ronald couldn’t succumb to that. His employers thought he had successfully hidden the body, and had given him a significant amount of cash for doing the deed. Even the elderly still want revenge. And though the Greens’ have now given up that their daughter will ever reappear, she is safe. And right now, the smile of the girl, who he called “Lyla,” makes him look back without regrets. And when she called him “daddy” the joy that he thought would never be his fills him again. Maybe someday he’d tell her about her beginnings. Maybe someday. Ronald paused as he opened his door, the express mail from Montana which is handed to him filling him with a sense of dread he can’t explain. His hand trembled as he opened the letter. The news inside sent him to that box that he’d promised himself and Lyla that he’d never open. A box of things he really should have dumped in the ocean long ago. The letter announcing his parents’ death had affected him more than he felt possible, and he just wanted to feel happy again. As soon as the drug entered his system, he forgot. He forgot how much their death hurt him. He forgot how much he missed his family. He forgot how much he loved Lyla. But worst of all, he forgot the strong man who he was.
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