Another adopted by Hamilton story

Fifty-nine

The other key is still in my pocket. Heavy in it in fact. I can't find what it goes to until I have moved next to everything in the room out of and then back into place and find it at the bottom of her red backpack. A notebook that needs a key to open it. And the key fits. I turn it carefully, afraid it will stop but it turns, I pull, and the lock comes out.

I smile when I open it, relating her to Usnavi. She observed every person she knew for a decent amount of time for years. Only, hidden in their story's, is her own. I thought of that one night, long ago. I knew she had it from when she lived at the theater. I wondered that if I put together the thing she wrote about them and how she met them maybe, her own story was attached to it. Two pages in, I'm leaning against the wall, smiling. The kid wrote a book. It began with a family. Storie are tossed in. People are repeated far ahead on pages I'm not bear, but see when I flip through. Her life is recorded like no ones I know and yet everyones. Through other people. Her interactions with them.

"Vanessa?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think Niamh would mind if I published this?"

"What?"

"Her life is amazing. She could write well from a young age. It's amazing how she captured everyones lives and she pieces everyones together. This story seems amazing." Vanessa takes it out of my hands.

"Does Niamh want her story out there?"

"Ni- Niamh." Sabastain mumbles.

"He still misses her so much." Vanessa says. "She was a great older sister. She impacted a lot of lives." She lifts Seb into her arms. "We read it. We talk to everyone important to her."

"Okay."

"And if it seems right, then we change the names and our daughter wrote a book."

"A bestseller."

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

"I have a good taste in books." I say, with the same smile I have over a year later when I type on my screen,

Happy twelfth Birthday, Niamh. I can't wait for the world to see your strength. Books in stores today!

I post it and shut my computer.

"Kitty." I make a sound for the little kitten we found outside the theater behind the trash bins were, to come and join me on the bed. We cleaned her up and took her in after finding her. She jumps up next to me. I lift Sebastian onto Niamhs bed, next to me.

"You miss her, Seb?" I say, running my hand through his hair.

"She's here."

"Yeah. She's in our hearts." I sigh knowing her will never remember her.

"I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, Seb." I say, kissing my son on the her before he jumps up onto his feet.

"Love you, Ni." He says before running out to V. I stand up.

"Yeah. Love you, Ni." I say to the empty bed before heading out after him.

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A/N- its over ahhhghhh. I'm sorry, I killed Niamh! Hope you liked it, though, thanks so much for reading!

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