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I’d fall apart right then and there.
There was nothing left for me to do.
Nothing I could say would change the outcome of this day.
The day…
Bailey and I were separated from each other, possibly…
Forever.
10
CAMILA
Now
“Journey, what are we going to do about your brother Jackson? How do we make him accept me?”
It’d been a month since I started working at the Pierces, and still no sight of Mr. or Mrs.
Nothing.
Not so much as a hello or a goodbye.
Most of my time was spent with Journey, quickly becoming best friends with the baby girl who had already stolen my heart. She was always the only one who was actually excited to see me walk through the door. Waiting for me with open arms and lots of sloppy kisses.
Skyler wasn’t lying. From day one when we met, Journey decided I was her person. Taking it upon herself to choose me.
In the evenings, she’d start fussing like an hour or so before she knew I was leaving, making it nearly impossible for me to walk out the door. Clinging onto me for dear life, and having an absolute meltdown when Skyler reached for her to relieve me.
The truth was, I loved her as much as she loved me. Deciding to stay the night in the guest bedroom more often than not, so I wouldn’t have to leave her. She’d sleep in my arms, making our unbreakable bond I’d never experienced with any other babies prior to her only get stronger. There was something about Little Miss that captured my heart and soul.
And she was aware of it too.
Which worried me, a lot. Her parents weren’t around to nurture her. Journey’s mother was supposed to be the one bonding with her, not me. She should be hearing her mother’s voice, having tummy time with her, teaching her to hold her own bottle, soothing her during teething, be here for her first tooth. The first time she rolled over for me, the first time she sat up for me.
The first…
The first…
The first….
But with that said, their absence didn’t stop me from experiencing these pivotal moments with her. At the end of the day, someone had to. I didn’t want her to forget about her parents, I made it a point to show her the pictures on the walls at least a few times a day. Always stressing who was her mom and dad, and what they looked like so she would know when she saw them again.
I hadn’t seen or heard from Sean since I threw all his money out my door, knowing he would show up when I least expected him too.
To top it all off, Jackson’s words from a month ago still haunted me on a daily basis.
“They were my mom’s.”
The urge to snoop and find answers for myself became a ticking timebomb in my body. It was only a matter of time before my curiosity would get the best of me. I needed answers. I couldn’t go on like this or shake the feeling as if I was being watched.
Now, I know that sounds absolutely absurd.
But was it?
There were things that kept happening that had me not only questioning my sanity, but my patience.
