Gone

We need to know 40

“So you still have the page?”

“Yeah.” She clicked the off button of her IPhone and laid it on the table. It made a clink noise since there were rhimestones on it. It’s case was a pink and fluffy and red heart rhimestones were sewed into it. “I never deleted it. I mean I can’t change the name since theres a rule after like 450 likes you can’t change the name ... we’re well over 450.” There was a buzz on her phone. She flashed the notification at me when she showed me her phone. The picture she had on Facebook had at least a thousand comments and two thousand likes. She scrolled through the comments, saying some. “Aw adorable. She has her mom’s eyes. So beautiful. What’s her name? I love you so much Andrea! Aw is that Kennedy? Welcome to the world Kennedy! Her names Kennedy, dudes and dudetts.” Adrianna smiled like it was her they were talking about.

“Wow. Can I post something?” Adrianna narrowed her eyes as if I just said I was going to bomb the world.

“What, why, when, why, what, why, and why?” Kennedy was lifted by my arms back into her crib provided by the hospital.

“Thank you for caring, stuff like that. And now. And because I want to. And so on.”

“Okay.” She handed her phone off as I began typing. Thank you so much for caring and searching for me while I was missing. I appreciate every single like and comment on this page. I also appreciate the minimal hate, or at least I don’t see any! Additionally, I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Thank you. And thank you for welcoming Kennedy Violet McDonald into the world. With love, Andrea. and posted it. People commented and liked but I didn’t bother looking. 

“Oh, by the way Nyxinia said congratulations. She texted me yesterday. She said she misses you all and all that. Also her brother isn’t gonna be drooling over you any more. He’s somehow got himself a girl. Everything is the same down there, I guess.” I laughed lightly, even though we both knew it was fake. 

“Hello, hello,” William said as him and Jon walked through the doors. “How are you?” 

“I’m good. How are you two? Ha, been a while hasn’t it?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, this is for you and Kennedy, by the way. A present from everyone on the case. We have no leads, still,” Jon croaked, handing me a box, wrapping in pink. “Aw, Kennedy fits her perfectly.” I nodded while Jon stood over the crib, and William faltered behind, sitting in a chair. 

“You can hold her, ya know. She’s not too fussy.” Jon looked at me confused, but reached in and lifted her, sitting in a chair next to William. William looked over and forced a smile. “Not a baby person, eh?” He laughed and nodded.

Adrianna took a seat next to me, while Jon and William were seated next to the door. “Is it OK if we do a blood test on Kennedy?” Jon forcefully smiled, surely not wanting to do it. “We found no evidence in the house and there were no fingerprints of the dead Kennedy and no DNA on you either. Same with the boys. They were very smart. They had to be professionals or something. Special training or I don’t know. They are too advanced for our modern technology. I can’t believe it,” William said breathlessly. He shook his head in confusion. “If we take her blood, maybe we can find a trace of his and put it through our system and see if he has a criminal record.” 

“Uh... yeah totally. I mean if it’ll help us find him.”

“We’ll need a full tube of her blood since some of it will be for the searching, and some for finding. Would you like to get it over with now?” Before I could say yes, Jon interupted the ending of Williams sentence and the beginning of mine. 

“BUT theres a good chance that maybe she doesn’t have his DNA. I mean, yeah she has his DNA but sometimes between the 3 DNA’s, yours, his, and her own, yours or hers or even his is hidden. There is about a 35% chance this WILL work. The rest ... not so much.” By now he had put her back into her crib and I could hear her breath filled snores. 

“Oh. Well still. There’s a chance we can find the gang who killed Kenendy.” I choked on my own words when I said, killed Kennedy. We all knew I was talking about the big Kennedy. The one I had named my own daughter after. 

“Okay. I’ll call up. Let’s go now. Can you walk?” Thinking back to last night when I got up to admire Los Angeles, I nodded. Jon left the room and went to schedule the immediate appointment. William stayed back to walk slowly with me, to make sure myself nor Kennedy gotten hurt in the making. 

I held the sleeping baby tight against my chest, while Adrianna and William faltered behind, talking. I followed behind Jon who held the elevator open for us. “We’re almost there baby girl...” I cooed to Kennedy. She snored in protest.

We went down to the second floor, and toward the office. Kennedy had no idea what we were doing - for all she knew this outside world looked a lot different from my womb. 

Finally we gotten down the hall and into the office, and we barely sat, we just went right in. The nurse smiled, and asked me calming questions as if I were the one getting the shot. She asked my age, and if Jon was the father, while I told her 19, and no. She swished her mouth to the side of her face, and lifted her nose. I didn’t want to be rude, but she needed a nose trimming. It was easy to tell what she was thinking.