4 A Web Of Deception (1/2)
”He isn't your father?”
”Yes! He was a bodyguard, a s.h.i.+eld for my mother.” Abbe explained a smile plastered across his face.
”And when she gave birth to you, you were given to him for him to continue as a s.h.i.+eld. Hence the fake name of Memo.” Lilith further explained jumping up and hugging Abbe.
They stayed in happy silence for a long amount of moments clue to a quarter hour. Separating Lilith was the first speaker, ”That man knew you. He was close to your mother.”
”What if that crossed out photo wasn't my mother?”
”We can't know, there wasn't anyone that haad your features besides the girl named, Rose E...something I can't remember now.”
”Rose is enough. We can do the same thing we did for my dad.” Abbe responded taking out his phone. About to type into the search bar he was evidently stopped by Lilith.
”We can't do that. For lack of better words, if they are powerful enough to wipe Memo from existence they can do the same for her.”
”What do we do then? We are currently with nothing. If that man comes again we can question him.”
”Let's go over your childhood story again. We can't make any rash choices.”
Near immediately Abbe's smirk was back, ”Who are the most powerful people in the city?”
”The Evergre- That's it! Rose Evergreen!”
Abbe typed in her name and painstakingly waited for the slow college internet to log the search results. ”Come on, load faster!” They exclaimed in annoyance.
When the load finished the top link was to the family website. After even more loading they saw the family tree of the Evergreens. At the body was a girl with blond hair and blue eyes and a facial structure striking similar to Abbe's. Tears were visible in his own blue eyes as he made the realization in this whole situation.
”Our three years haven't been in vain. We found my mother...we found her.”
”What now? We can't go there and be like hi I'm your son why haven't you been part of my life for 22 years. We also need to learn of what happened to Memo three years ago.”
”We've made the guess he went to my mother and under some kind of agreement for protecting me, he can't interact with us.”
”We have to help him in some way.”
”We can help him by finis.h.i.+ng the pieces, by getting some form of leverage on them.”
The fell into silence both in thought trying to find some kind of answer.
”A risk not taken is a journey lost,” Abbe mumbled typing in a name to the search bar, no results appeared.
”Most kids learn after the first time.” The voice from three years ago followed after the breaking of a door off its hinges.
Abbe stood strong looking the man directly in the eyes his voice unwavering, ”Can't learn if there is no lesson.”