Meant to be

"Hey, Meggs, are you coming tonight?" Sidney asked her. "Nah, I have a shift at the club tonight," answered Maggie apologetically. It was always like this in the past two years since her mother got sick. At first, when they found out about the cancer that her mother had, Maggie quit her school to find a job. Soon, one job wasn't enough, so she found another one. Now, two years later, she had three jobs, with more than a hundred working hours a week, two mortgages on their house, and a mother that just started to recover. "Ok, well, maybe next time..." Sidney shrugged her shoulders in response, but they both knew that it was a slim chance of her joining them for the night out. When Maggie dropped her classes in college, she had support from her friends. At first. But after a couple of months, when time after time, she couldn't squeeze in her friends in her tight schedule between jobs, they started to call her less frequently until their calls stopped altogether. Now, she would get a

"Can I come in?" Jackson asked Maggie, who was still standing at the door motionless.This question seemed to snap her out of her state of shock, she pulled the door closer to her body."No, you can't, crazy people are not allowed in," she said, ready to go inside to call the police just in case he doesn't leave, but his bored expression and the taut voice stopped her in her track."Margaret. Take a look at this folder." he offered it again "I'll be back in an hour." he said, turned around and left. Maggie noticed the same car from earlier parked in front of her house. This guy, this Jack person, got into his car, started the engine, and took off, so she closed the door and went back inside.She placed the folder on the table and sat on the chair before she opened it to find a marriage certificate inside with what looked like her signature on it. 'What the hell?' she took the piece of paper and brought it closer to her face thinking that some miracle with

A week ago "Jack, have you seen it?" Jack raised his head and glanced towards his best friend, Robert Evans, that just entered his office."I am looking at it." words had a hard time coming off his mouth."Dude, it's her. That Maggie, your wife! What the hell?""I know!" Jack growled at Robert. "Apparently, her name is not Margaret Colt, and she's a murder victim in a casino in Las Vegas." Jack leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and sighed. "What the hell is happening here?" he was asking, but the question was more meant for himself rather than his friend."We have to contain this as much as possible. I'll call a PI that I trust, I've worked with him before. Maybe he'll find something that will clear this mess up." Robert offered. "Good thing that nobody actually saw you with her in public in the past month... ha. So listen, if the police come, call me? Don't do anything stupid."Jack didn't answer. He was looking at

In the next three days, Jack was working from his home office and taking care of his son. Marry was of great help, she was teaching him everything that she knew about babies. Marry had experience and was in his earliest childhood memories. She also cooked his favorite meals even though he objected, he didn't want her to exhaust herself.Robert came by again, bringing him everything that his PI managed to find. Hiram used to be an FBI agent, but he kept in touch with his old colleagues since he started his private practice hence had no trouble finding everything that concerned Margaret Colt and Jennifer Lewis. It turned out that was the real name of the girl he married. Jennifer had a few aliases, and Margaret's name was one of many that she used in her not that long life.Jack gave his instructions to Robert about everything that he needed him to prepare for tomorrow morning and after Robert left, Jack took the file his friend brought with him and went into his office

Maggie didn't know what to tell her mother about everything that happened yesterday. She couldn't tell her the truth because she knew Rebecca will be worried, and she couldn't lie to her either.Earlier that morning, Maggie gave her resignation to the restaurant manager and said goodbye to her colleagues, and did the same with the club. On her way to the hospital she was trying to think of what to say to her mother, and not make her worry too much.Maybe she should give a call to Jackson and ask him? But she didn't even have his number. He left last night after she agreed to his plan, saying just that he will send someone to pick her up from the airport. She was supposed to fly to Chicago tomorrow, and she had just enough time to pack a few things, quit her jobs, and talk to her mother.Rebecca was surprised to see Maggie again today. She didn't expect a visit before the next week."Mom, I need to tell you something..." Maggie said slowly, avoiding her mother's e