Reincarnated Love

Chapter 14: A Few Good Men & There Goes the Neighborhood

EDITED SEP22

Two Weeks Later

"Move," Brea snapped, arguing with Elena over the porch swing.

"I was here first, why should I have to move?" she countered.

"Because you've been sitting here for ages, it's my turn."

"I shouldn't have to move because you want a turn, it can be your turn when I'm done," Elena snapped. "Besides, the only reason you want it is because I'm here."

Brea scowled at her sister before she sat down on Elena's feet, "I'm not moving so you better move your feet."

"You're so annoying," Elena groaned, pulling her feet out from under Brea, leaving room for Brea to sit uncomfortably. "It's just not fair Brea, Bonnie's grams was the only person who could understand her, you know with the magic and all. Why do good people have to die?" she asked, kicking out at Brea's hand to try and stop her from shoving her feet. "I'm going to try and call her again," Elena muttered, pulling out her phone. "Hey Bonnie, it's me. Just checking in. Seeing how you're doing. We miss you here, don't let your aunt drive you too crazy, come home soon, we love you," Elena said leaving a voice mail as Aunt Jenna walked up the porch.

"What are you two doing out here?" Jenna asked.

"Arguing and pondering," Brea answered.

"Arguing and pondering? Good combination. It's cold outside though," Jenna noted bemusedly.

"Brea's the one arguing. I came out here to think, to write," Elena groaned. "Activities that have been rudely interrupted," she added with a glare at Brea. "The, uh, funeral for Bonnie's grandma, it brought back a lot about mom and dad. I was wondering. You said that you would do some digging about them, the adoption," Elena asked.

"Right," Jenna nodded slightly uncomfortable.

"Did you?" Brea asked.

"Dig?" Elena added.

"Come on inside," Jenna said with a small smile at the girls. "Your dad kept everything from his medical practice," Jenna said at the kitchen table. "Records, logs, old appointment books. I found an entry from the night you two were born. A patient and a birth date." Elena and Brea rushed over to look at the book. "Isobel Peterson."

"Do you think that's her real name?" Elena asked.

"Probably not, I don't think pregnant teen runaways really want to be traced," Brea shrugged.

"Exactly," Jenna agreed. "The first name maybe. But where'd she get Peterson? Classmate? Best friend? So, I looked it up. I searched for all the Petersons in this area born the same year as Isobel. Found three. Two men and a woman, Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia."

"That's not far from here," Elena said excitedly.

"Well watch this," Jenna said typing into her computer and then clicking a picture with a woman named Isobel and Trudie.

"Isobel, she was a cheerleader," Elena breathed.

"That must be her," Brea said mesmerised. "I mean we're such amazing cheerleaders it would make sense our biological mom being the same," she winked at Jenna.

"Trudie still lives there," Jenna smiled before handing Elena a piece of paper. "This is her address."

"Top tier stalking Jenna. What about Isobel?" Brea asked.

"I couldn't find anything about her. Listen there's something else, Mr Salztman, Ric, his wife was from around here, and her name was also Isobel."

"That would be too weird if they were the same woman," Brea said confused.