Mom opened the hotel door as I walked in. I smiled. The hotel was beautiful on the inside. I watched the water flow down the large fountain and looked at the paintings while Mom was checking in.
"Come here, Ash," Mom said. "We have the top room." Both of us walked in the elevator and went to the top floor. Mom put the room key in and opened the room.
The room was better than it was in Rome and I couldn't be any happier. Everything was so French, and that's what I liked. I put my luggage in one corner and watched TV.
"Breaking News! Abusive mother, Michelle Harnan has been put in prison and is found pregnant," PREGNANT! What? Who got her pregnant? The news report continued. "She has been accused of the murdering of Lucas and Christopher Harnan, raping Christopher Harnan, child abuse, drugs and prison escape, her baby is expected to be born on April 1st. Michelle has her trial in 1 week,"
"I heard she's going to name her kid, McKenna Grace Harnan, if it's a girl, and if it's a boy, Parkley Stephan Harnan, we need to adopt her child," Mom said. "We can't let your bio mom murder the baby,"
"You're right," I fell asleep until 11:00 am.
"Ashley," I woke up. "We need to go see Aunt Francis," I walked out of bed after my nap and Mom and I left.
We took the rental car to Francis's house. She lived in Spring Hills International Senior Apartments. Mom pulled the gate opened.
"Francis is really old, she's 61, I'm 47, I had Piper at 32 and Patrick at 36, Francis and I are 14 years apart, Your uncle and I are twins, he also lives in Paris,"
We parked in front of a house and left the car. Mom opened the same house's door.
"Hello?" Mom said. "Francis,"
"Oh, Hello," She said, walking with her cane. "Who's this? Where's Piper and Patrick?" Both Mom and I hesistated in shock. Francis didn't know about Patrick's or Piper's death.
"Ashley, explain what happened while I go cry," Mom said, bursting into tears, as she ran in the room.
"Francis," I said, sitting down on her couch. "Piper and Patrick died, in a bus crash."
"Well, is that why your adopted?"
"I guess," Francis teared up.
"My, how, I remember them as little ones and they would always go for the cookies, do you want to watch some videos?" I nodded my head. "Then pull the VCR open and slide in any video from Piper and Patrick." I opened the VCR and slide in the video, "Piper/Patrick Christmas."
"Mommy!" My butt was vibrating, my phone was in the pocket.
"Ashley, Oh My God," It was Mom's voice. "My children didn't die," SAY WHAT?! PIPER AND PATRICK ARE ALIVE?!
"What?!" I said. "Sorry, Francis, I need to take this,"
"My kids were kidnapped when the bus crash happened, and I just recieved the call from Piper, it's been awhile since we've seen her or Patrick, we need to go see the kidnappers," We hung up.
"Sorry, Francis, we have to go," Mom opened the bedroom door and we rushed out.
"Goodbye!" She said. Mom and I ran out into the car, with me crying.
"Ashley, you're still our daughter, but we might have another 1 of you," I calmed my tears. We drove and ran in the building.
"Welcome to the meeting for Piper and Patrick Ciarra," The lawyer said. I was viewing the meeting from a window.
"You hurt our children!" Mom yelled.
"They're ours," One of the men, with a beard, black hat and nose piercing said. "McKenna and Matt love us," They changed their names.
"They don't," Mom argued. "I gave birth to them for 48 hours,"
"Ok, fine, they're yours, we'll send them both back to you tomorrow at 3," The other man said. Everything was finalized.
"We need to go back to the hotel," Mom said, as soon as she left the room. We walked out of the government building. It's been over a month since Piper and Patrick "died".
I was so excited to see them tomorrow.
