Amy sat as still as she could while she listened to the priest saying a pray for her mother. No matter how much she tried to focus all she could think about was why she was even at her mom’s funeral. The last time she had seen her mom was when she was nine. Child Protection Services had taken her away on her ninth birthday after the police had been called. Amy’s mom had been a meth user working as a prostitute. The phone call on her thirty third birthday informing her of her birth mother's death had been quite a shock. Amy was still trying to understand why she had been listed as the emergency contact. She didn’t even know her mom was in Washington until that faithful night. For all Amy knew she was living a new life away from California and away from the woman she hated. Judging by how empty the church was, Amy was sure no one knew or care that her mom had died.
“She told you.” Amy giggled.
She looked up for a moment only to get a break from her mother's sketches and party ideas. She looked around the restaurant then turned her attention to the outside world beyond the window of the window.
That was when she met the very eyes that used to look deeply into hers and tell her just how much he loved her. It had been six years but he looked just the same, and he still made her heart fist in her chest.
Jack Bennett was home.