One week later...
Breaking Blake Gold's heart had to of been the hardest thing I had ever done.
But what twenty-seven year old man wanted to be with a girl who was so messed up from her abusive ex-step-brother that she had a child with him. A child who was twelve years old.
I look down at the picture of the young girl again as I stand in front of the orphanage she was staying at temporarily until a new family was found for her. Her adoptive family had recently died in a burgarely gone wrong. She was the only survivor, and her adoptive family had no relatives.
As I walk in I'm surprised to see a young girl sitting at the front desk with the secretary.
"Yeah but she might want to talk to me, you never know."
"Oh honey, it's more complicated than that."
"But what if she wants me back? Or what about my dad?"
I smile tentively at the woman behind the desk, "Yes dear, how can I help you?"
"I have a few questions about a girl that was brought in recently."
The woman frowns and glances at the folder she's holding, "Yes, I see." She looks at the girl, "Why don't you run and pick up your afternoon snack."
The girls sighs but nods sliding off the desk she looks at me for a moment before running off.
"We've been expecting you," the woman says, "Miss. Chloe Biancardi correct?"
I nod, "Yes, I'm looking for my daughter. Or well..."
She smiles warmly, "Her name is Sophie."
I gulp, "Can I see her?"
She nods, "It was an open adoption, but I need to make some calls first. Why don't you leave your information and I'll call you and set up a meeting time?"
I nod warily taking the pen she hands me along with the piece of paper, "I need it to be as soon as possible."
She nods, "I understand."
When I'm having a drink at the bar my phone goes off again, Blake's name and face lighting up my screen.
I sigh at the number of calls I had missed in the day, forty-seven. Forty-seven calls, and twenty voicemails all from Blake telling me to call him back. Begging me to explain.
As my phone rings again I contimplate on hitting decline until I see Blaine's name across the screen. I wait for it to finish rining before I hear, "So it's not just Blake you're ignoring."
I jump at the sight of Blaine standing next to me, "What are you doing here?"
He shrugs looking around the hotel bar, "Business, I happened to hear you name at the desk this morning. Aren't I lucky?"
"Have you told him where I am?" I ask in worry.
He shakes his head, "No, and you have one chance to explain to me why I shouldn't."
I look down at my glass and say, "It's complicated, and it's not something I can talk about."
He watches me for a moment until my phone goes off, his eyes trailing over the screen before I snatch it up.
"Chloe Biancardi."
"Yes, Miss. Biancardi. This is Claire from the NYC Girls Home. I was informed you wanted to meet with your biological daughter. When is the best time for you?"
