Perfectly Red

Going 'Home'.

(Lia/Amy's POV )

Due to all the recent developments in my life I sort of forgot to updated Eric on what I've learned about myself. Afraid of what he will think when he knows the truth. So as David takes our luggage out of the car at the airport I quickly whip out my phone. I send a message to Eric trying my best to explain the situation, and where I'm going. I let him know that I'll call him when I land in America.

"Ready?" David asks from behind me holding our bags.

I nod putting my phone back in my pocket, and heading inside the airport with him. We go through the security checkpoints, and give our passports at the ticket counter.

"Okay Ms. Dunn here are your tickets enjoy your first class experience," the employee says handing over the paper tickets.

My travel companion hurries to catch up to me.

"First class?"

"If I truly went through all those things you told me about then... Don't we- I deserve it?"

"I can't argue with that logic."

We walk through the airport together checking in our luggage, and finding our gate. I give the tickets to the stewardess standing at the small desk, and then take a seat. Soon we board the plane, and take our places in first class. I notice how he looks around curiously at all the different amenities.

"What, have you never flown first class before?"

"No."

"Well why's that? I thought I was well compensated for what happened. Haven't I always been loaded?"

"Don't say that," he says to me. "That's some bull that the media spun, you made that money from the paintings, and spent most of it on charity."

"What paintings?"

"When we rescued you from that body farm we also found a ton of paintings you created during your captivity. When crime scene photos were leaked the public turned the whole thing into such a spectacle. You sold every last painting from that collection. Then you used that money wisely to make sure Jake couldn't squirm out from under the thumb of justice. The only other thing you really did with that money was by a moderately better car. You had insisted on using the money to do something good in this world," he explains.

"Oh," I say not having realized that at one time I was a good person.

We say nothing more to each other for awhile. I need time to try, and make sense of everything still. Don't get me wrong David seems like a nice guy, and weirdly enough he does makes me feel safe. But I still have no memory of him or this life he keeps telling me I've lived. I feel bad for lying to him. But what am I supposed to say? 'Actually I do remember some stuff from before the accident. Apparently I married, and loved my captor... Also I'm pretty sure I've killed a man.' I can't imagine that going well.

The conversation I had to have with Noa, and Adriaan was stressful. Explaining everything to them took a couple hours with Davids help. We ran a DNA test proving that we both are parents of the twin boys I don't remember having. After that I had no problem following David across the globe back 'home'. Afterall I had built a whole business in pursuit of finding my true self. He looks over at me concerned when my phone starts getting a bunch of messages. I quickly put it on silent... I'll explain later Eric.