Forty-One | Dom
Forty-One
Dom
“You found Kaitlyn?” Jo asked, her eyes wide as her fingers trembled over her lips.
I nodded, giving her a moment to process the news before I dove in any deeper.
“How?” She shook her head before cocking it to the side and looking at me. “I only told you her name, nothing else.”
“I know.” I paused for a moment because what I said next was bound to piss her off, and rightfully so.
“Okay, then how did you find her?” She shrugged, bewilderment etched across her face. “How are you so sure that she’s my Kaitlyn?”
I leaned back in my seat and rested my hands over my stomach so I looked as un-threatening as possible. I didn’t want Jo to feel like she couldn’t trust me, but it seemed like no matter what I did, I kept going down that path regardless.
“When you and Tray first started dating, he had me look into things.”
“What kind of things?” Her stare turned icy as her attitude immediately shifted.
I licked my lips and took in a slow, deep breath before releasing it.
“Everything. He wanted a full background check on you. Knowing who your uncle was, he thought it would be beneficial to know as much about you as possible. We had no idea if you truly left your uncle or if you were pretending so you could get close to Tray and help your uncle destroy him.”
“Wow.” She exhaled harshly, glaring at me.
“I’m sorry, Jo. At the time, it made sense to look into anyone and everyone who got too close to Tray. I didn’t know at the time how things would go, but I’m also fucking thankful that he had me look into you because it helped me locate your daughter.”
“I still don’t see how that’s possible.” She threw her hands in the air.
“It’s been fifteen years, Dom. Who’s to say that Kaitlyn even stayed in the town I left her, or that they didn’t change her name?
This is like finding a needle in a haystack except the barn is full of drug users, so there are needles everywhere. ”
I scrunched my face and shook my head. That was just gross.
“You and your dad lived in Brooksville until he died. After that, you moved to Grand Falls with your uncle. I looked up small towns surrounding Grand Falls and found Junction Pass. Does that sound familiar?”
Her eyes widened slightly as she swallowed hard but didn’t respond.
“Junction Pass is a super small town, so when a scandal hits, people talk about it. Like when a pregnant teenager shows up, delivers a baby in the only clinic in town, then leaves before anyone can confirm her identity. There were several articles published in their local newspaper fifteen years ago as the town rallied together to find the mother of the baby left behind.”
Tears filled her eyes as she listened, focused on every single word that came out of my mouth.
“In my search this morning, I also found that Junction Pass has proudly introduced its first Safe Haven baby box. It seems that one of their local doctors—who just so happened to deliver a baby left in their town fifteen years ago—pushed for their clinic to get one.”
Jo’s head tipped forward as tears ran down her face.
I turned the computer to face her, waiting until she was ready to see the picture I had pulled up on the screen.
“In the article, it says that Dr. Easton has been pushing to provide safe spaces for mothers who need help ever since she adopted her daughter fifteen years ago.”
Jo’s head whipped up as she stared at me. Shock washed over her face, quickly replaced with recognition as her eyes landed on the computer screen.
Standing in front of a safe-haven baby box was a woman dressed in a silk shirt and slacks, with a stethoscope hanging around her neck. Beside her stood a teenage girl who was the spitting image of Jo.