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Date Posted: Saturday, September 03, 04:51:08pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 299+" on Sunday, August 14, 04:28:38pm
“Of course… I will work on that as soon as we are done with the call... I can have it there… on location by tonight,” Nikita spoke as she stood up at the desk as she stopped moving her hands through the books. She looked up at the ceiling as she willed herself to have the strength to get thru the rest of this conversation.
She listened to the broken voice on the other side and swallowed hard. “Oh no…. there will be no charge for this… Absolutely not…” Nikita shook her head as she got to the proofs that she needed and checked the number so she could type in the code to get them up on the computer so she could view them again.
With closed eyes, Nikita exhaled. “I’m so sorry… and let me know what else I can do…”
It was as the phone was put back down that Nikita felt the tears on her face. She wiped at them to only find more on her face. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard because she had work that she needed to do and quickly.
The grass was too green and there were too many perfect rows. The plagues were all clearly there to be seen, name after name in a row. Some had planters above the plagues and some even had flags flapping in the wind.
“They said it’s over here…” Michael’s voice spoke gently as he took her hand. She followed and soon stood above a plague.
She had seen pictures of her own grave that her mother was told about. The grave that told her that she had been stuck inside of Section. But this one was different.
“If I hadn’t… given her…”
“Kita, you didn’t know,” Michael whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. “We looked for her for over ten years… and it was an accident… we couldn’t have stopped an accident.”
“I didn’t do enough…” Nikita looked down at the grave, the grave of her daughter. She should have been there.
“Kita? What’s wrong?” Michael asked as he walked out of business office and saw Nikita crying at the desk. He moved quickly as Nikita didn’t speak. She just shook her head from side to side. Michael looked at her screen and bent closer to her. “Why do you have Kaylie’s picture up? You delivered those a while ago.”
Nikita looked at Michael and then turned the screen off with a push of her finger. “They need… a memorial… picture…”
Michael felt sadness hit his heart too. He had gone with Nikita to that party because she had such reservations. She had done well with Kaylie, who was happy and looked to be very healthy. She was so happy that Nikita was there to take her pictures that she wanted to spend more time with Nikita than with her friends who were there to play with her. Nikita had handled it so well during the photo shoot that Michael thought that things were good. She even had agreed to talk to a few of the other mothers who wanted to hire her for their daughter’s upcoming parties. Yet, when they got in the car, Nikita was knocked down hard with a splitting headache that put her out of commission until the next morning.
“And what if… we find out…” Nikita started to speak and Michael shook his head and brought his attention back to Nikita. He had to say that he was stunned with what had happened. “What? Kita… what happened to Kaylie?”
Nikita trembled and leaned forward as her stomach punched her form inside, but nothing else happened. “Ah… they found a spot… on her lungs… and in her blood… and heart…”
Michael knew he gasped and Nikita turned her head away and she tried to stand but couldn’t. She sat back down and rubbed her hands across her body and then up to her neck. “She knew… and said that she didn’t want people seeing her in the box… that she wanted people to see her pretty picture…”
Michael took his hands and rubbed at Nikita’s back. “Let me call Whitney… she can do this for you, Kita…”
“I’m done,” Nikita shook her head as she found the strength and pushed away from the desk. “I don’t want to take… more pictures…”
Michael shook his head and stepped over to stop Nikita. “You are in shock Nikita…”
“I need to find our daughter. Not be taking pictures,” Nikita pushed at Michael’s chest. He took her hands and held her there. “It is natural to be overwhelmed by hearing bad news like this…”
“What if our daughter is dead, Michael? Do we want to find that out years later?” Nikita shook her head as she waited for Michael to speak. When he didn’t have a response, Nikita took the opportunity to pull her hands away from Michael. “I’m going to enlarge this picture… mount it... and get it to the funeral home… and I’m done with this.”
Nikita slammed her way into the dark room although she didn’t need it. But Michael knew that for now she was hiding away from him. He sat down at her chair and turned on the computer screen. He looked at the picture and shook his head. Kaylie was so happy and Nikita seemed to be opening up to children more and more.
This wasn’t going to help things.
Michael almost picked up the phone and called Beatrice, but he stopped short. He looked at the door and knew that Nikita needed to be the one to call Beatrice. For now, he could be there and wait for Nikita.
Hours later, Nikita walked out of the dark room and Michael stood up from her desk. “I’ve cancelled your appointments… I’ve left a message with Whitney… and I’ll drive you to the funeral home.”
Nikita held onto the picture that was wrapped in plain brown paper and blinked her eyes. He could tell that she had cried a lot. Michael extended his hand and gave Nikita a protein bar and turned off the lights, moving with her as she didn’t say a word.
He could only hope that once this initial shock was over that she would be able to talk.
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