I'm Innocent( BWWM)

CH. 43 What're their stories

CH. 43 What's their story

(Tucker POV)

Being surrounded by someone stuff and not having any idea who they were and currently are is where Bryson and I have found ourselves in.

This situation was just a puzzle that needed to get put together, a puzzle that both Bryson and I didn't have all the missing pieces too.

"So what do we do? Do we just load the car and take these stuff with us?" Bryson asked me, I turned to look at him. The girls were staring at us with facial expressions that I couldn't explain.

These were things that they were holding, waiting for their owners to come back. I can't imagine that they would let them go like that.

" I think we should go through the stuff and see if we can find anything that helps us with anything, also if you girls don't mind answering more questions that we have that can also help us with figuring things out," I said looking at them with a soft pleading look.

Anything that they know about Natasha and even her sister could help.

Finding out that Natasha was taken while she was looking for her sister was definitely something that was extremely sad to find out.

It was like she couldn't catch a break.

"That's fine, we'll answer the questions as best as we can." The redhead woman said.

I nodded my head, looked towards Bryson and let out a sigh.

"You ready to do this again?" I asked him, he nodded his head.

"Well, looking through Jeff things gave me the shivers. Hopefully, it won't make me feel the same level of disgust, I felt looking through Jeff things when we start to look through Natasha and her sister things." He said, bending down and grabbing a box.

"Let's start." He said, I grabbed another box and headed towards the kitchen table.

"We mind as well, help you look through the boxes too." The Spanish woman said, each of the girls grabbed a box and headed towards the kitchen table where we were seated.

I nodded my head, grateful for the fact that they offered to help us.

More sets of eyes were definitely something that I wasn't going to pass the opportunity on.

After all, we all needed the help we can get with everything that was going on right now.

"I'm going to make some coffee, just so we can survive and get through this. " The pretty black woman said getting up.

"I think we should really get familiar with each other names," I said, the girls laughed and told us their nicknames, plus their names. It was much better like this, I honestly felt relieved now that I had a name to their faces.

Cups of coffees in our hands, we went through the boxes and got to unravel the things that were in there.

"What's this?" Bryson asks, raising something that seems to be an album.

"I think it is a photo album," I said, looking at it.

"It is, we didn't really go through their things. We just place them in boxes. It didn't feel right going through their stuff. We couldn't really bring ourselves to do it until now." Layla said. The redhead.

I nodded my head, understanding what she meant by that.

"Okay, well. I'm opening it." Bryson said. Opening the Album.

We all looked towards him, he placed the album on the table so we could all look at it together.

"Wow, these must be the girls when they were younger," Bryson said, pointing towards one of the pictures. Of two twin girls holding each other. They looked to be toddlers in that picture.

"You can't even tell them apart," I said, looking at both of the girls.

"Well, they're Identical." Said Holly, the blonde woman.

"That is true but they have nothing that you could separate them with by in this picture," I said, looking at the picture carefully. Trying to see if I can find any differences between them only to come out with none.

"Look at this picture," Bryson said pointing towards a picture of the girls as babies, being held by a woman who has a sorrowful look on her face.

"Do you think that could be their mother?" I asked.

Everyone nodded their head.

"That most likely probably is their mom, oh my goodness. Look at the look on her face. She seems to be in distressed. What do you think could have happened that could cause her to look like this in that picture." I asked and everyone shrugged.

"All we know is that something horrible had happened to them that took them away from their parents and brought them to the misery that they had suffered growing up," Bryson said.

"So if we go through more of the boxes, we'll get more information. Who knows what else we can find out with just going through the stuff and information that we have here." I said.

"Yes. Let's just keep going." Bryson said as we got into the other boxes, pointing things to each other and asking questions.

Until we got to one box.

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-Kassandra Vivu