Finding a Way to You (Book One of The Finding Series, going through revision)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

~Present Day~

~Becca~

“What do you mean; my mother was the main suspect?” My jaw is agape and I just sit here and stare. “Just what I said. You act like you didn’t even know? You played me. Played me like a fiddle.”

I just stare at him. “Jamie, I have no clue what you are talking about. I just found out I am adopted. Tami isn’t even my birth mother. I have no clue what you are talking about.”

Jamie’s face hardens. His hands gripping the steering wheel turn a nasty shade of white.  The way his eyes darken tells me how angry he really is, but I don’t even know what he is talking about.

“Jamie, will you please tell me what you are talking about and how you found this out? I know my mom is crazy, but I don’t think she would ever kill someone.” My hand travels over to his and I squeeze it, but he doesn’t return it. A stray tear runs down his face. “I trusted you Becca. Then I find out you kept this from me. How could you? I love you and told you something that is hard for me to even talk about, and you keep this information from me?” My own tears are forming now, and I try to hold them back; but resistance is futile.

“Jamie.” I say through my tears. “I have no clue. But how dare you make accusations about someone. How dare you do this to me?!”

He laughs. “Me? Make accusations? My mother told me this information minutes before she died! After Mattie was killed they hired a Private Investigator to look into the death, and your mom was the main suspect. How could you not tell me this?” My breath hitches in my throat.

Murder? My mother? The woman who I called mommy for all these years? The one who supposedly raised me as her own, when I wasn’t even her birth child.

“If we can’t trust each other Becca, then why are we even together?”

Those last words make everything stop. “Pull over, Jamie. Pull the car over!”  He sighs and does what I ask. My mind is reeling and repeating the words. ‘Why are we even together?’

I don’t move. Don’t get out. I just sit. I sit and wait for him to say something.

“Becca, why are you doing this? You could have told me….” I cut him off.

“No! I told you I have no idea what you are talking about. And why would you do that any way? You know I don’t like my mom, why would you accuse her of it?”

His face sags. “If you don’t trust me Jamie, and you don’t believe me, then I’ll repeat your words; why are we together?” I open the car door and leave.

“Becca wait!!” He cries at me, but I walk and don’t stop.

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I walk home. I never stop; I just walk. I need to find out if this is true; if what Jamie says is accurate. I walk up to my front door and pace. Thoughts penetrating my mind.  Murder? My mother? She might be crazy, but not enough to kill someone? Right? Over the past few days, I have found out so much about myself that have all been lies. Lies. My whole life is one. A lie.

Makes me think if Jamie has lied to me. The man I love treating me this way. My cell phone begins to blare; breaking my train of thought.

I look at the screen. Jamie in bold letters, flash. I don’t want to answer it. I stuff my phone in my pocket and it sits there every time he calls—burning a hole in my jeans.

I walk inside and brace myself for the worst. It’s been weeks since I have been home and now I am about to accuse my mother of murder. Wow.

As I walk in the foyer, I notice the house is different. Smells different. I take in a deep breath and notice the smell. Fire.