“You rang.” He lazily leans in the doorway, his black curls hanging over his darkened eyes like they always do. You can barely make them out, but I’m pretty sure I saw his eyes narrow as he took in the sight of Hunter and Kameron sitting on eitherside of me. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. I shift in my spot on the mattress as unease takes over me. Kameron must have felt the change because he loops his arm around my waist, keeping me close.
“We need the password.” Hunter states flatly.
“Oh that…” He sighed, “Princess_1221!”
I roll my eyes with annoyance, despite a genuine chuckle leaving my lips.
Marcus fucking Flores.
“That is capital P, r, 1, n, c, 3, s, s, _, 1, 2, 2, 1, !”
I type each key as he says them and the home screen comes up right as I press enter. The screen is covered in small file icons all labeled differently and my eyes scan through them rapidly.
Praise the…no.I shake my head of the annoying habit.
“Really, Marcus?” Kameron grunts next to me.
“What?” He replies with feigned innocence.
My eyes stop as they land on the file labeled ‘Eden Donovan’.
I move the cursor to it, my finger hovering over the mousepad.
Am I ready for this?
I read the file name over and over in my head.
Eden. Eden Donovan.
The name I once cherished with my whole body, heart, and soul feels sour in my mouth, and I haven’t even let it leave my lips yet. I hate the name now.
“Whenever you’re ready., we’re here.” Kam’s voice was low now, wanting only me to hear it.
My heart rate skyrocketed as my vision tunnels on the file. My ears whooshing with the sound of my rapid pulse. I take in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it, and allow my shaky finger to click the file. A screen pops up with more little file icons all with new labels, but all about me.
I read through them.
Medical Records
Education/Occupation
Divine Chosen Arrangement
Documentation
Then I saw it. The one I knew I would have to see.
Previous Homes/Info.
Not letting myself second guess my choice I clicked it, then click on the very first file without reading.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t dated photos and videos. I chose the one that seems to be the oldest, the file has photos of an infant.
“That’s me?” I whisper to myself. “I’ve never seen myself as a baby. The Donovans adopted me when I was older, I didn’t think they would have any...”
No one responds, and I didn’t really want a response if I’m honest. I keep clicking until a video starts to play. I tense as I watch a woman that looks a lot like me, sitting on a worn couch. Her eyes are blue like mine but look blank, like she’s sleeping with her eyes open. For a second my heart stops at the notion that she might be…
But then she blinks and turns her head towards the camera, her eyes still void of anything. The bags underneath are darker at this angle as she slowly slides off the couch to the shaggy carpet. She crawls towards the camera sluggishly.
