After Allen calmed down a little, I fed him and burped him, then took him to the nursery to change him. It was part of my daily routine. I went downstairs to make breakfast but first turned on the tv to see if there was any news about Finn's plane. Nothing was on, so I went into the office and turned on the computer and Googled: Flight 78, 2014. A bunch of pages came up and I clicked on the first one. I was in the middle of reading the headline when the phone rang. I answered it and it was my director. "Rachel! Where are you?" He sounded angry, "you were supposed to be here an hour ago!" I had completely forgotten. "I'm sorry! Finn left yesterday and his plane went missing and I'm home alone with Allen and I completely forgot!" I pleaded. "Get your butt in here now. You have 15 minutes," he demanded. "I'm sorry, but I have to watch Allen," I explained, "and even if I did come in, I don't know how much we would get done with my mind thinking about Finn. Can't you just work with the chorus or something," I begged. "Come in at 6:00am tomorrow and we'll catch you up. You need to stop missing work. You're Fanny Brice," he said. "Yes sir, 6:00am. I'll be there." He hung up and I continued doing my research on the Flight 78. The headline that I began to read before said: "Flight 78 Found: 150 Dead."
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A Part of Something Special
FanfictionFinn and Rachel are happily married with a son, when suddenly Finn is called to travel half way across the world and leave his family. Does he leave his wife and new born or will he stay and live in regret? Both options seem to tear apart the famil...
