Oh my! So sorry that I haven't posted in like two years. Thanks to all who have been waiting around. I have just been super busy. Well maybe not busy b ut definitely preoccupied with my half brother and half sister. All of us have the same father, but all of us also have a different mother. Lately I've been thinking a lot about family. I've hidden my past for such a long time. But I believe it is time to come clean. I am the middle child of Jerrold Moriarty. My older brother is James (Jim) Moriarty. Our father and his mother were married but alas she died, leaving Jim with hatred for our father as he blamed him for the death of his mother. I was born eight years later to Jerrold Moriarty and Melissa Hawthorn. My mother was assassinated by my other brother, he despised me for years until Tenison came along. She was born to the widowed Angela Glock, the sister of Detective inspector Greg Lestrade. Tenison Glock is my sixteen-year-old sister. James is thirty-seven, and I am twenty-nine. We never knew what happened to Tenison's mother. I have a suspicion that James killed her too, but our father died in a shooting. He was going as a diplomat to some other country, he never told us where, but he never came back. All we had was Mycroft Holmes to tell us he had died in the Middle East from a terrorist shooting.
I avoid James, but he comes to me often. If I could tell you why I would. Tenison is in school, and she hangs out with Sherlock and Molly's children, and Molly's foster daughter Sulivan. I work with Molly in the morgue as many of you know, and Sherlock often comes down to help us. Their children are the brightest young girls I have ever met. Often times they can figure things out before the three of us adults working.
Annika, Alyss, and Anna Holmes. They are amazing, if only my older brother would stop trying to kill off the entire Holmes' line.
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Rika Hawthorn
RandomI'm Rika Hawthorn. This is my blog. I don't know if it's at all interesting but read it if you'd like.
