Chapter 19

Dastan

I can’t seem to think or function straight, I really must get to the bottom of this, when I received the phone call that she had been found and is unconscious in a hospital and on top of that there’s a little girl who is calling her mom and crying her eyes out for her mother, she’s too young to be mine, well she obviously would not be mine, I never had relations with Myra.

I watch as her chest moves up and down as she breathes in sleep, she has some cuts and bruising on her body and face but she most certainly is as pretty as I remember her to be, she has aged but it looks very good on her. I am not really one for children but her daughter is so cute.

Little one, what’s your name?

Mommy says I must never talk to strangers mister.

That’s a very good thing your mommy taught you sweetie but I’m not a stranger, I’m mommy’s friend from a very long time ago.

You are?

Yes, yes I am, tell you what I’ll tell you my name first how’s that?

O-Okay

My name is Dastan, Dastan Lemos, what is your name?’

I-It’s Daisy

Daisy, what a pretty name for a pretty girl, now can you tell me what happened to your mom?

She sobs before answering me    Bad men caught us and tried to hurt me but my mommy p-protected me in her arms and ran away but she fell and hurt herself and couldn’t get up, a nice man found us and brought us here, why won’t my mommy wake up mister, I miss her.

Your mommy just needs some rest little one, once she’s had enough rest, she’d wake up, okay?

Do you promise?

I sure do

She sobs again and nods, she’s probably hungry and thirsty after all this crying, I take my phone from my pocket and realize it’s ringing, it’s Stormie, I hesitate as it continues to ring and take a few steps away from the bed and out into the corridor of Myra’s room not wanting to go too far away in case she woke up and press the answer button on the screen.

Stormie’s concerned voice comes through on the other end of the line and I do feel guilty, as I talk to her, I need to first get to the bottom of things here then I will give her a proper explanation as to this whole thing, after finishing our conversation I head back into the room.

I get something for Daisy to eat and she sits on the chair opposite me by the window and eats it quietly while looking at cartoons on my phone, at least she’s calmed down and not fussing anymore which is good.

..... I sit by the bed side and do some work on my laptop and wait for information on what exactly happened because I am certain Myra did not have an identical twin sister, I need to get in touch with her parents, I have sent my guys to track them and extract information from them and possibly bring them back here to the city because I do need answers and if anyone could give me answers it most certainly would be them.

.......

Four days have gone by and I’ve been between my hotel room and Myra’s hospital room along with Daisy, I managed to get a temporary babysitter to watch her until her mother wakes up, I who am an unrelated man should not be bathing her so hence the reason I brought the sitter and then there’s the fact I know nothing about child care to begin with.

Stormie has been texting and calling me and I know she is getting frustrated with me as I can not give her a straight answer as to what is going on, but how can I tell her when I don’t even know what’s what for myself just yet, so I’ve been keeping our conversations as brief as possible, I haven’t even spoken to my parents about this whole thing.

Well to begin with my mother was never really a fan of Myra but she accepted her because of my care for her but my dad liked her fairly well, my mother and grandparents absolutely adores Stormie though and my dad is cordial as his usual self, I do not know how they all would take this but I will cross that bridge when I get there.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when my phone rings, it’s the hospital Mr. Lemos, the Jane Doe has awakened.

Thank you I’ll be right there

I have told them more than once to not call her that but they insist seeing as they do not know for sure who the woman is, that is what she will be called until she can identify herself in some way or the other, but calling her Jane Doe feels so alien an just so wrong.