a hale & a stilinski.

Meet Isaac.

Adelaide Artemis Hale.

After I got Hadley an ice cream sundae, she finished it in the car on the way home.

I was relieved to look back and see that she didn't make a mess.

Once we walked into the house, Hadley's mouth fell open, her eyes wide, "Wow!" She examined the house and then turned to face me, "Is this all yours?!" She asked in an unbelieving tone.

I nodded, "That it is. And if these tests come back with a plus sign tomorrow, then it'll be ours." I walked past her, grabbing a bottle of wine from my cabinet.

Hadley sucked her teeth, "I'm pretty sure those are pregnancy tests."

I turned around to face her, leaning over the counter, "Okay, look. You got your ice cream, you got to see the lavish house that the kidnapped victim lives in. Now, what do you want? Money? A picture in the paper? I can give you both." I blurted out.

Hadley chuckled lightly, "My name is Hadley Accailla, named after my Dad, Henry. Who I never got the chance to meet, but his name was on the back of my baby picture. So I only assumed that I was named after-"

I interrupted her, "Wait, did you say 'baby picture'?" I asked slowly.

Hadley smiled, "Yeah!" She grabbed it out of her pocket, "Here!" She handed me a folded piece of paper.

I looked at how it was folded. Into a thick, rough triangle.

That's how I folded important notes and such so that I'd remember if they were in one of my pockets before I took them off.

I unfolded the picture as it revealed a picture of my Dad holding a newborn baby in the hospital.

The baby had a pink hat on, and she was sleeping.

It could've been me, but it wasn't.

Because when I flipped the picture over to the back side, my eyes began to widen at what I had read.

Baby Hadley and her Dad, Henry
    04-04-04.

I looked back up at Hadley, "Is this yours?"

She shrugged, "Why would I have a picture of a random baby? You know what he looks like, you tell me. Is it you?"

I automatically shook my head, folding the paper back up perfectly and handing to her, "No. No, there's no way it could be me."

Hadley took the picture back and raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"

I scoffed lightly, "None of your business. Didn't you have a bedtime in the orphanage?"

Hadley put her finger in front of my face, "It's not an Orphanage, it's a Foster Home." She corrected me.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Did you know your right from your left?"

She scoffed, "Who doesn't?"

I shook my head, "I don't need the sass. Walk up those stairs, walk to the third room on your left and flick the light on. You can sleep in there tonight, and there's some of my old middle clothes in there. I'm sure they'll fit you."

Hadley observed me carefully, "Why are you helping me?"

I sucked my teeth, avoiding eye contact, "What do you mean?"

She nodded, "You know what I mean, you seemed pretty cautious about me being related to you back at the Police Station. And now, you're offering me your childhood clothes. What if I wasn't your sister?"

I turned to face her, raising an eyebrow, "Are you?"

Hadley huffed, "Yeah, but that's not the point. This whole thing could be a plot for me to... I don't know, kill you in your sleep. Why aren't you scared?"