Good Intentions

MEGHAN’S POV

Someone hitting me with a sledge hammer could not have hit me harder or hurt worse than what Harry just said to my Mom. What made it worse, she just sat there. It was true, she didn’t deny it.She didn’t try to explain herself, she gave no explanation, she just looked out the window.
I cant even sit next to her so I get up and sit next to Harry, I can longer hold myself up, I collapse on him. I feel his arms go around me and hold me close, I let myself go to sleep, it’s the only way I know how to cope.

I wake up and the first thing I notice is all the television vans surrounding the police station. There are reporters everywhere. I look to Harry and he gives me a reassuring hug, as long as I have him, I might can make it through this.

We are rushed in, center a group of agents and other detectives. Upon entering we are immediately separated and I’m suddenly scared.

I’m ushered into a room and catch a woman looking at me, square in the eyes. I’ve seen those eyes, they are the eyes I stare at every morning in the mirror. My head turns, never loosing her as they push me into a room.

I am met with a doctor who looks me over and decides I am in perfect health. He leaves and is replaced with two agents who question me asking the same questions over and over just re-worded differently. I answer them the only way I know, truthfully. After they think I have answered anything the way they want.

I am released and handed over to a lady who takes me into another office and sits me down. She slides her chair inches away from me and puts a file in her lap.
I sit back in my chair uncomfortable with her closeness, she has invaded my space.
“Meghan, how far back do you remember? As in, what is your first memory?”
I’m sure the look I’m giving her is utter confusion but I humor her anyway. I tell her the dandelion story. Handing the pretty lady a handful of dandelions. The warmth of the sun and her taking me in her arms and holding me close.

I turn as another man steps in the room, him followed by the doctor. I’m somewhat confused as to why so many people are in here.
The lady leans forward and takes my hand.
“Meghan, that lady was your mother. As in, Lily is not your mother.”

Stunned does not begin to cover the feeling I have right now. Betrayed and confused are the two that are hitting me first. My knee jerk reaction is to just leave, but my legs wont move. I cant move.
I’m there physically but mentally I am not. I see her mouth moving, I hear words but I don’t comprehend them. She is showing me pictures I recognize nothing. She shows me a picture of my mom and I just before I was taken. THAT is what I remember. The tears start flowing and I cant get them to stop.

“I know this is all of a sudden and there are people to help you through this.”
She continues to talk but none of it registers with me.
“I want to see my mom, I saw her out there, bring her to me.”
“NOW!”
I hear someone move behind, open the door and leave. The room is quiet and remains that way until I hear the door knob turn and a set of light footprints enter. I turn to see the woman I saw in the hallway followed by a man, who I assume is my father.
I stand and look at them and am instantly pulled into her arms. I feel that same hug I felt in my memories.
The mix of emotions running through me is almost more than I can stand and I have to sit down. The doctor comes to me and checks my vitals, checking for shock. I assure him I’m fine.

I hear a commotion outside and know that it is Harry being moved around. I need to talk to him.

“What will happen with Lily?”
I ask several more times but no one will answer me. I don’t know how to feel about what I have just been told. Relieved that memory was a real memory. Confused in that my life up until now has been a lie. Scared because the man I called dad is missing and is dangerous.

“I need to speak to Harry.”
“There will be plenty of time for that later” Someone from behind me tells me.

The rest of the day is a blur. I remember very little of it.

We are driven to a hotel and shown to our room. Sleep comes easy, though I am tormented by dreams. What was real and what wasn’t.

The one constant I feel, I need to speak to Harry.

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