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I stared down at her sweet face. Emmaline's beautiful almost snow colored hair, but my blue eyes. My daughter. She would never know my old life, but her beautiful mother was killed in a car accident in Sydney. She insisted my real name be on the certificate if I ever planned to go back, Ariana Ramsay was this beautiful baby girl's name. I took a new name and left the country.

I didn't take advantage. I didn't want more shit to start. I still do music, I still play MT music. I just avoid the public eyes. I now live in Australia in Brisbane. The rain of Vancouver I always miss. But that was Josh Ramsay, not me anymore.

My name was now Zane. I just changed my first and middle, not suspicious at all. I missed who I was before. Atleast I had MT money in a different name on a bank account. Not fraud, I asked a different name be on the card for security reasons. My hotel name was usually something strange.

Even my hair is now dark dark black and reaches the base of my neck, and my skin isn't like a pale ghost anymore. I didn't adopt an accent. Just a new identity.

Once I went to Vancouver with Emmaline and to my studio a year or so after we got married. She wanted to see who I was. I saw it was locked so I had my key. Now I wondered if no one could find me.

They now were pretty sure I'd died in that plane crash. I didn't and I took an opportunity to take a break. Years stretched from months I met Emmaline and she died. I don't know if I ever could go back to Canada and be Josh Ramsay again.

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