Chapter 5
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LEO’S POV.
Is life messing with me right now? I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand again, ignoring the noise the attendant made about the expensive perfume I just spilled as I close my eyes and open them again to be sure life isn’t playing a trick on me right now.
And of course, the lady I have assumed to have met before happens to be Isabella and the girl in her hand… oh no God let it be true. The girl in her hand looks more like my wife, Brie.
Without wasting anytime, I make fast strides towards where Isabella is standing and I grip her free arm.
“Who is she?” I ask and she scoffs.
“What sought of a question is that?” She replies my question with a question and I groan internally.
If this girl in her hand is my daughter.. oh heavens.. it means Brie didn’t die and Isabella might know where she is.. or no could Isabella be Brie? The mark, I made it myself and I am sure it is the exact mark.
“Please answer me Isabella.” I reply with impatience and the little girl with milky brown hair just like Brie’s opens her eyes again to look at me… she has my eyes…
“Barbie’s boyfriend.” The little girl says and a happy smile makes its way to my lips.
“How old is she?” I ask again, but she isn’t even replying me. She keeps on giving me weird looks and I don’t care.
“We just met today, few hours ago and you are already hitting up on me because you are hot? You think she is my daughter? You want to be sure before you venture into a relationship with me. I am no such person and I do not talk to strangers.” She finally replies and I let out a frustrated groan.
If getting into a relationship with her after I perform a DNA test tomorrow morning allows me to be close to this little girl I assume to be I and Brie’s daughter, then so be the relationship. All I care about is finding Brie.
“Please at least tell me her age please.” I beg and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Are you that desperate? If you really want me that much let’s meet up then.” She says and roll her eyes before turning away.
“Okay, I am desperate so tell me her age.” I say and she turns back to face me.
“She is four years old. She will be five tomorrow, happy now?” She finally answers me and I want to support my back with the wall, but no walls within my immediate reach.
She will be five tomorrow? Tomorrow will make it five years and ten months since I lost Brie…
“Then do you know…” She cuts me off by raising her middle finger to me and the little girl waves at me as Isabella carries her out.
I stare at the small strands of the little girl’s hair I was able to cut and then it registers in my mind to trace her car.
I step out almost immediately after her and move for my car. I start the ignition and watch her place the little girl properly at the back seat. She moves to shove the mall bags into the trunk and then she gives the girl who by now has lost the sleep clouding her vision a chocolate.
She starts her car’s ignition and I drive after her, but not to close in other for her not to suspect that I am following her. The road seems long as she keeps driving straight, only making one left turn and I do the same too.
She finally brings the car to halt in front of the biggest orphanage home here in Mexico and I park seven cars away from her and watch her carry the little girl out before moving to carry the mall bags.
Did Brie die? Why is our daughter in an orphanage?
You are not even sure if she is you daughter yet and you are already assuming ~ My inner mind interjects with a tsk tsk sound after.
“I need to make a call..” I murmur to myself as I watch her go in.
I take out my phone to find Clara’s number. Without wasting much time, I dial her number which she picks on the third ring.
“I should be scared that you are calling. Are you in Mexico now? Too bad I told you I opened a hospital and you couldn’t even say hi. I was your high school female best friend.” She rants.
“I am sorry.” I reply.
“Hello is it Leonardo that is talking? Did you steal his phone?” She asks and I groan.
“We will joke later.” I say.
“I forgot you called first, I was just surprise that you can apologize. Is everything okay?’ She asks and I let out a heavy sigh.
“You won’t like to hear it, but are you still at the hospital?” I reply.
“Yes, actually I have a night shift. I am on duty for this week.” She replies and I sigh of relief escapes my lips.
“I want you to run a DNA test for me as soon as possible and I want the result within twenty four hours.” I say and she sighs.
“I have a lot of work, but for the sake of our friendship, come over. It might take six hours for you to get the result though.” She says.
“Thank you so much. I am on my way.” I tell her.
“You now say thank you too. Also, I do not need to tell or send the address you again because your memory is the best.” She says.
“See me in your hospital in thirty minutes.” I say into the phone and end the call.
I save the address in the system of my car before starting the ignition of my car and driving away.
I call Brandon who seems to be with his phone as he picked it on the first ring.
“What’s up man you got my perfume?” He asks.
“It broke.” I reply.
“WTF.”
“The f**k is that I think I have a daughter.” I say and I hear him give a sigh of relief.
“I hope so, then it is a positive sign showing that Brie might be alive. Where did you see your daughter and how do you know she might be your daughter?” He asks.
“That’s a good question. First, the girl looks a lot like Brie including her hair color and voice. She also has my eyes and secondly, she stays at an orphanage… which scares me, if Brie is still alive, why is our daughter in an orphanage?” i ask him and he heaves a sigh.
“I think you should have a DNA test done. Did you by chance get a strand of her hair? Because her toothbrush might be a lot difficult to take.” He says and I nod, but decide to reply when I remember this is a voice call.
“I am on my way to the hospital.” I reply.
“At this unholy hour? It is almost ten.” He says and I scoff.
“Who cares?”
“I care.” He replies.
“I know, but that’s not what I am saying. Anyway, it is Clara’s hospital.” I tell him.
“You mean Damon’s ex?” He asks.
“Yes.” I reply.
“Damon needs to know she is in Mexico.” He says.
“Yes, but that is a story for after I find my wife.” I say.
“Right.” He replies just as I put the car to a halt and get off my car with the strands of the little girl’s hair.
“Talk to you later.” I say and end the call as I ignore going through the normal procedure of talking to a nurse first. I walk over to where Clara is standing looking at her wrist watch.
“You are always the time keeper. You haven’t changed much. It has been decades.” She says as she shake hands with me.
“Same with you.” I say and give her the hair strands and a toothbrush of mine and move to sit on one of the chairs in the waiting room.
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