Forgiven (Rizzoli and Isles)

Chapter 16

Wedding Plans.

"Everything is ready for tomorrow, right Robert?" My grandmother asked.

"Yes, Constance. All that is left to do is the rehearsal dinner this evening." My father said.

I still haven't spoken to him. Just because my mother can forgive him easily, doesn't mean I can.

Antonio sent me a letter telling me that he wants a divorce and he is going to get custody of Zoey when he returns from Iraq. He doesn't want to be with me anymore because my doctor said I can't have anymore children. Sofia told me not to worry so much. The only way he could take my baby is if I died. She also said she would always be there for me.

Ma did buy the house in Beacon Hill. It's nice. It reminds me of our old house. You know, the one Cailin owns now? It's right down the street actually.

"Emily, could you run an errand for me?" Mom said walking into her living room.

"Sure. What do you need?"

"Could you go get a veggie tray for tonight? Your father has to stay here and help me set up."

I sighed.

"Mom, I don't want to have anything to do with the wedding anymore."

Mom looked at me.

"You're my maid of honor Emily. You're in the wedding."

"Not...anymore..." I said slowly. "I can't be in a wedding if I don't support the marriage. I think it's dumb that you are still going to marry him after what he did to you. I'm sorry, mom. I'm going home."

"Emily! Please, you can't do this the day before the wedding!" Mom said, holding back tears."

I looked down and started walking to her front door. I started to open the door and turned back around.

"I hope you can forgive me, Mama. I love you."

I walked out.

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Jane's POV

"Grandma's gonna get you!" I said chasing my granddaughter around my house.

"No no!" Zoey shouted playfully.

I chased her up the stairs and down the hallway, into my room and back out, back down the hallway, back down the stairs, around the kitchen island and into the living room, then I finally picked her up, spun her around a few times, and threw her onto the couch.

"Grandma you're silly!"

"I know I am Zo-bug."

"Maimeo loves you." She said.

I froze.

"What?" I asked.

"Maimeo was telling Mama that she wanted to kiss you in the swimming pool. She loves you."

"Oh yeah? Then why is she marrying Poppy, huh?"

"She's scared that if she loves you again and you love her that she'll hurt your feelings again. So she's marrying Poppy cause he's the second best."

"Wha- How do you know all this? You're only two!"

"Mama said I'm a genius." Zoey stated.

"You are." I said, as I kissed her cheek. "You are, baby."

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"Do you want to help grandma find something to wear to the rehearsal dinner?" I asked Zoey.

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay! Upstairs we go!"

My cell phone rang.

"Maura, I'm getting dressed. Zoey and I will be there soon." I said as I answered the phone.

"No Jane, I was calling to see if you had heard from Emily at all today. She left hear this morning and I haven't heard from he since."

"No, she hasn't been home or called me. She was supposed to be with you all day!"

"I know, but she told me she didn't want to be a part of the wedding anymore and she left! Jane, I'm starting to get worried!"

"I'll make some calls. Don't worry. She's an adult."

"Please just try to get ahold of her Jane."

"Maura, I just said I'd make some calls! God woman, I swear."

I heard the click signaling she hung up and dialed Vince's number.

"Have you seen or heard from my daughter?"

"No, Jane. I'll check hospitals for Jane does that match her description."

"Thanks, pops."

Silence.

"Jane..."

"I'm sorry, I just never got the chance to tell you. You're like a father to me. Thank you for everything, Vince."

"No, it's okay Jane that's not why I said your name. A Jane doe at Mass. Gen. matches Emily to a T. Car accident. Pretty bad from the photos. Want me to go check it out?"

My heart stopped.

"Could you? I'll drop Zoey off with Maura and meet you over there."

After I hung up, I silently prayed to god.

Not my daughter. Please God, not my daughter.