Awakening

22

Morgan looked at the papers in her hands, the ones that were once in the manila folder, her birth certificate was there as Gran had said, along with her adoption papers. Her biological parents weren't listed on her birth certificate, so it was a dead end, but there was also an issue with her adoption papers.

They weren't completed.

Morgan wasn't a Stackhouse

Small tears formed in her eyes, letting out a small huff as she leaned back against the couch. She had felt like she was living a complete lie her whole life, a twinge of betrayal filling her, wondering if Sookie or Jason knew about it. A sudden idea formed in her mind. Baton Rouge wasn't far from Bon Temps, a seventeen minute drive and almost an hour on her bike. Sookie was working, so was Raven, and she wasn't even going to ask Jason or Lafayette, so she may as well just take her bike. Morgan got up from her seat of the couch, walking out of the living room and making her way up the stairs toward her room so she could change her clothes. Normally when she chose to ride her bike at long distances, she would wear compression clothes to help reduce muscle fatigue, a pair of black leggings with a tank top, and she would put her cardigan in her bag until she was off of her bike.

When she was dressed, she did a quick check around the house to make sure everything was locked before walking out the back door, locking that as well before going to her bike, which was leaned up against the wall. Before she knew it, Morgan was on the road, her hair tied up so it wouldn't stick to her skin.

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Baton Rouge Childrens Advocacy was a rather large house, one that looked as if it would hold a lot of people, that was something Morgan easily noticed. She chained her bike to a pole on the sidewalk, taking her cardigan from her bag and putting it on, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she walked toward the gate that surrounded the house. There were some young children playing in the front yard, a few toys littering the grass, causing a small smile to form on Morgan's lips. Opening the gate, she walked along the path, letting the gate close on its own and making her way to the door of the large house, seeing a sign by the door.

Welcome, please come in!

Morgan hesitantly opened the door, stepping inside and instantly met with the chatter of other children and even some adults, most likely volunteers.

"Hi there, Chère" a kind African American woman greeted as she walked up to Morgan "welcome to Baton Rouge Childrens Advocacy! I'm Miss Jean Emerson, you can call me Miss Jean. Are you interested in adopting?"

". . Actually, I had some questions about an adoption" Morgan replied "about twenty-one years ago, a baby was dropped off here just with a birth certificate"

Miss Jean paused for a moment, her eyes slowly widening as she looked at the woman in front of her. She had easily put the pieces together, recognizing her from her first few weeks of being there at the Advocacy.

"You're that tiny thing" Miss Jean said, shock in her voice "you grew up good Chère" causing Morgan to give her a small smile "what's your name?"

"I'm Morgan" she replied ". . . Stackhouse"

"And what are your questions?" a kind smile on her lips

"Were you the one who issued the adoption papers?" adjusting the strap of her bag, noting that she had seen Morgan when she wasa baby, so she found no harm in asking

"Yes, you were my first case" jerking her head slightly, indicating for Morgan to follow "you were adopted by a nice couple, who were more than happy when they saw you"

"And were you there when the paperwork was signed?" following her toward the kitchen

"Of course" nodding slightly "they were a nice couple who were more than happy when they saw you"

Morgan's head tilted slightly at the repeated words, looking at her as she entered the kitchen, causing her to do the same,

"Can I get you anything, Chère?" Miss Jean asked

"No, thank you" Morgan replied ". . . Do you know the names of the people who adopted me?"

"Of course" giving her a small nod "they were a nice couple who were more than happy when they saw you"

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking at Miss Jean, who had a slightly dazed look on her face. Morgan walked up to her, holding up her right index finger, Miss Jean looking at it with a small smile. She bent her wrist, pointing at the woman in front of her and slowly moving her hand, Miss Jean slowly following her hand, as if hypnotized by the small limb.

"Were you glamored?" Morgan whispered

"Yes" Miss Jean replied with a small smile "by a vampire. He's not here anymore"

"Do you know his name?" slowly stopping her hand

"No" shaking her head slightly "but he was very protective of you. He wanted to make sure . . no one . . would find you"

"Why?" She pressed

"You're very special. That's all I know" looking at her with a smile "do you have any other questions?"

". . No" lowering her hand to her side "thank you for your time, Miss Jean"

Morgan walked out of the kitchen, making her way to the front door and walking out of the large house. She walked down the path, and through the gate, unlocking her bike and wrapping the chain around the handles, her phone ringing filling the air, causing her to take it from her pocket and open the case, seeing Rae's name on the screen, causing her to answer it,

"Hey, Rae" Morgan said, holding the phone up to her ear

"Hey, you're not at the house" Rae replied "and I know you have a few days off of work, so where are you?"

". . I'm in Baton Rouge" she answered, walking her bike down the sidewalk "I just left the Childrens Advocacy. I got something to share with you, but you can't tell anyone. You are sworn to secrecy"

"Bitch, you know I won't say anything" she replied

"I'm on my way back" throwing her leg over her bike "meet me at the house?"

"Yeah" nodding slightly "okay, I'll see you then"