Family Secrets

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The next morning, I went to the orphanage to find out more about Marcus. The bodyguard my dad had hired was out-probably shopping for his wife. I could just imagine his excitement at being handed 3 million in one job.

At the orphanage, I talked to a nun who directed me to the Head nun called Mother Sarah.

'Good morning, my child. How can I help you?' she asked as we sat down in her office.

'Hello. I was hoping you could tell me about a boy who was brought here in 2000. His name was Marcus Matthews.' I said, feeling a little out of place.

Everyone I saw had been wearing black and white nun clothes and there I was wearing black high-waist leggings and my black crop top with my hair straightened and red platforms.

'Oh the darling boy. He was dropped off here by his father with a tiny note. We never could get hold of his father though,' she said, her wrinkly face smiling.

'I heard he died of influenza?'

'Yes. He was a sickly child. He kept to himself most of the time-he had only one friend, Marcus Reed. They were unlikely friends-Marcus Reed was very outgoing and loved music while this Marcus preferred reading.'

Even though Marcus Reed wasn't a part of my investigation, I asked about him.

'He was brought in around the same time as Marcus Matthews. Unfortunately, the nun who took them both in passed on so we don't know who came in first. Marcus Reed got adopted a few months before his friend died. A very lovely young woman named Sonya adopted him.'

I remembered my dad saying there were no such thing as coincidences and so I asked to see pictures. Marcus Reed had dirty blonde hair and sparkly brown eyes. A woman with shiny blonde hair and blue eyes stood smiling next to him.

Mom.

I asked to take pictures of the photos and also collected pictures of Mark Matthews before excusing myself.

'Darling before you go, I think I should give you these. I don't know why I kept them all these years-maybe I was meant to give them to you,' she said, handing me a few paintings and drawings.

'Thank you so much, Mother. It was nice meeting you.'

I took a bus home and called Dad.

'I'm coming home,' I told him before hanging up and packing my luggage.

#PLAYLIST SONG...Don't let me down by The Chain-smokers

Ft. Daya

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