A Bundle of Secrets

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter 28

The next day, they had gone to Shawn and Fiona's apartment one last time to see if there was anything of their things that could be salvaged for Farrah. All the blood from the crime scene had been cleaned up and now it just looked like there had been a simple break-in. "You know, one thing doesn't make sense?" Cameron said, "Why would Roma Van Wesel trash the place if she had already killed Shawn?"

Jonathan shrugged, "She said so herself, if she can't have what she wants, no one else can." He picked up a piece of Farrah's broken crib. He sighed as he placed the broken piece into a plastic garbage bag, "This just feels wrong."

"Johnny?"

"I mean, this was their life. It feels wrong that we're just... packing it all away." He said as he put another piece of broken crib in the plastic bag.

Cameron sighed. His brother wasn't wrong but they had to do this personally so that they could just salvage everything they can for Farrah. "I know but... there's not much else we can do. If we don't do this then something important might slip through."

"Yeah, I know." He gave another heavy sigh, "They were just both so young. I mean if someone had told them when they brought Farrah home for the first time that they wouldn't even live to see her first birthday... it just sucks that's all. It just sucks."

Eleven months ago...

The door to Shawn and Fiona's apartment opened. In walked a brunette man with warm brown eyes filming something on his phone and a blue-eyed beauty with a bundle of blankets wrapped around a little baby in hand. "Welcome home." He turned to his wife, "How are you Fiona?"

The young woman sighed, "I'm fine, just a little tired." The tiny baby in her arms gurgled, "Shawn, get a close up of this gorgeous girl." The young man zoomed into the blue-eyed woman's face, "Not me, the baby Dummy."

He chuckled as her moved his phone to the chubby-faced newborn, "Hi Farrah." The days-old child blinked her brown eyes a few times at her father, "Yeah, this is your new home. I hope it's an upgrade from the single room you had for the past nine months." He joked. Farrah only let out a yawn, "Yeesh, tough crib."

He turned off his phone as Fiona gave a yawn herself, "Shawn, can you hold Farrah for a minute?"

"I can hold her for a thousand minutes." He cooed as he took his daughter in his arms, "Yes I can. Oh yes I can." Farrah let out a tiny burp making Shawn laugh, "Sorry kiddo but I gave that burp a four out of ten." Fiona carefully sat down on the couch and her husband sat down next to her, "You sure you're okay?"

Fiona nodded and smiled, "I'm perfect. Why wouldn't I be? I have my home, my husband and now I have my daughter. What more could I possibly need?"

She gave a sigh and Shawn raised an eyebrow, "What's with the face?"

Fiona raised a dark eyebrow, "What face?"

"That face."

"There's not face, there's just my face."

"Fifi, I know you. What's on your mind?"

Fiona sighed, "I just... I can't help it but now that I have Farrah and seeing you with her... just makes me think what was wrong with me that my own father didn't want me?"

"Hey." He said, gently taking her chin in his hand, "There is nothing wrong with you. It's his los because he doesn't know the amazing person I know." She gave him a sad smile but he knew she still wasn't convinced, "But hey... if you really want to know... maybe we could track down your birth certificate. See if there's a name on there we can track down."