Burning Amber
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 16, 2011
- Location
- In my mind.
Katie Collins couldn't believe what she was doing. Years ago, she watched her husband, Alex, walk out the first door with her son. She had spent hundreds of dollars trying to find him. Even the police said they couldn't do anything about it. According to them, Alex had custody of her son and he could leave if he wanted to. It wasn't fair. It was at that moment that her world pretty much shattered before her eyes. For days after he left, she stayed in her bed and refused to get out. Okay, so she had to get out to get to the bathroom and stuff, but that didn't count. At least she didn't think so.
Then, out of the blue two months ago, she received a random email. At first Katie thought it was some sort of joke. According to the sender, he was her son. So many emotions hit her then- pain, sorrow, and hope. She quickly replied, being very careful. Half of her believed it to be fake and someone's sick joke, but the other half wanted it to be him. Then every other day she would get a reply from him.
Even though they were talking, Katie couldn't bring herself to ask the big questions like 'How did you find me?', 'What has your father told you about me?', or even 'Can I see you?'. When she checked her email last week he asked one of those questions. He wanted to see her. She actually fell out of her chair whens he read that. It was almost unreal.
So here she sat, in her old black Saturn. Her fingers were strumming against the wheel in front of her. Katie was so nervous. Her eyes darted to the clock on the dashboard. It was almost time. She slipped her keys in her jean pocket as she got out of the car, and headed towards the fountain where she said she would meet him.
Then, out of the blue two months ago, she received a random email. At first Katie thought it was some sort of joke. According to the sender, he was her son. So many emotions hit her then- pain, sorrow, and hope. She quickly replied, being very careful. Half of her believed it to be fake and someone's sick joke, but the other half wanted it to be him. Then every other day she would get a reply from him.
Even though they were talking, Katie couldn't bring herself to ask the big questions like 'How did you find me?', 'What has your father told you about me?', or even 'Can I see you?'. When she checked her email last week he asked one of those questions. He wanted to see her. She actually fell out of her chair whens he read that. It was almost unreal.
So here she sat, in her old black Saturn. Her fingers were strumming against the wheel in front of her. Katie was so nervous. Her eyes darted to the clock on the dashboard. It was almost time. She slipped her keys in her jean pocket as she got out of the car, and headed towards the fountain where she said she would meet him.