🥀In Loving Memory🥀

Chapter 20

"When did you find out Jazmine was lying?" Huey asked Ebony.

"It didn't take long for me to find out she was lying. As soon as she moved into our house and stayed in the guest room, I did a background check on Jazmine, and I had come to find out she came from a very wealthy family. Her dad was practically popular around the area," Ebony exclaimed.

"Yeah, I still don't know how that flew over some people's heads," Huey said.

"Exactly, and I even found a paper with her face on it, and when I read it, I realized she ran away from home and people were looking for her," Ebony added.

"I sent out a lot of copies, so I'm not surprised if it was able to make it to other states," Huey said rubbing the back of his head.

"How did you confront her?" Huelene asked Ebony as she thought about it.

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While Nicole worked as a psychologist, I led a nonprofit organization that cured Patterson's disease, a real-time and uncommon terminal condition. My organization was doing so well that I began creating my own schedule. 

Jazmine would be alone at the house, and I didn't trust her. So I started working shorter hours just so I could watch Jazmine. She didn't appear to be a threat. She spent most of her days cooking, cleaning, or watching cartoons or the news.

When I ran a background check on Jazmine, I discovered that she was born in Woodcrest, Maryland, and later moved to Washington, D.C., where she worked as a nurse. What helped the situation, even more, was the discovery of a lost and found paper with her face on it. And it instructed me to dial this number.

It had both a home number and a work number on the front. 

I strongly assumed it had to be her boyfriend's number since she said that's who she was last with.

I recall coming home to find Jazmine washing the dishes. I had made sure that Nicole was not at home because I wanted to address Jazmine alone.

She didn't take notice of me until I had to catch her attention.

"Hi, Jazmine!" I excitedly spoke as she looked up from washing dishes and smiled at me.

"Hi Ebony!" she said greeting me with a warm smile.

I went and sat in front of her in one of our tall chairs. I had the paperwork in my hand and made sure she didn't see it yet.

"How's your day been?" I asked her still smiling.

"It's been alright," she simply answered putting one of our plates aside to wash another dish.

"What about you?" she asked.

"You know the usual, saving lives, and curing people," I answered.

"That's good!" she said scrubbing another one of our plates.

"Yeah, so are you comfortable here?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?" she said looking up at me.

"What I mean is are you and the baby alright with your living environment?" I asked.

"Yes, we're both fine," she said looking down at her stomach.

"I can't imagine what you had to go through," I said with my tone filled with sympathy.

"Yeah!" she simply spoke.

"You never got to know your real family, you had to be on your own when you turned 17, your relationship didn't survive with your boyfriend, then you found out you were sick and pregnant, you ran away, you stayed at a women's shelter, and my wife and I took you in, even when you lied to us about your whole situation," I said calling her out towards the end.