The Adventure Continues

[abrightboy]

For thatsfascinating.



The villa Malcolm rented was in the Languedoc, not far from Marseilles, south of Avignon. It was a very historic region, though Malcolm was particularly not interested in visiting Marseilles again. There was a charming village nearby the villa and if they were going to go to an historic city for a day, he'd rather make the trip over to Montpellier, where he'd never been at all, much less with Dr Whitly.

The villa had six bedrooms. As the driver brought their luggage inside the bright and spacious main room, Malcolm handed him some folded Euros and thanked him and shut the door behind him.

"First choice of a room is yours," he told Edrisa with a smile. "But you might want to explore first."

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[thatsfascinating]

With every day on this trip, Edrisa was feeling more and more like she was in a fairy tale. That feeling got a hundred times stronger the minute she saw the place, and just kept on growing when she stepped into the place.

"This is ours? This? All of this? Just for us?"

And she thought their suite in Paris was impressive!

"Really?"

[abrightboy]

After a light breakfast the next morning, they headed into the village on foot. There was supposed to be an exquisite bakery and it was nice to walk through the grapevines, in the midst of their bloom, in the sunshine and the light breeze, past pleasant locals.

"We should have lunch in the quaintest cafe they have," Malcolm was suggesting as they reached the edge of the village.

[abrightboy]

When they returned to New York, Malcolm scooped her up after unlocking the door to the apartment and elbowed the door aside to carry her over the threshold. He pressed a kiss to her mouth as he set her down.

"Welcome home," he said with a gentle smile.

[abrightboy]

After they arrived from from their trip to revelations about Eve's motivations, Malcolm elected to take the conversation to Eve's office.

He wasn't sure if she'd see them, but he knew one thing: she'd only ever been there because she wanted answers as badly as he did.

To his surprise, the receptionist showed him right into her office. Eve smoothed down her skirt as she sat, gesturing for the Brights to take a seat.

"I thought you might come," she told him. "Your mother, as persistent as she is, claims you're the stubborn one."

"It's about more than that," Malcolm told her. "The woman my mother is looking for? She's trying to find her identity because I saw her. I saw her when my father had her, when I was a child."

He watched her face carefully and he saw the tiniest of telltale quivers.

"She said you offered to help her with that search. It's not because of your work, is it? It's personal."

She took a breath and looked down at her desk, straightening a pen laying there.

"I've been looking for her all my life," Malcolm told her. "We can help each other. This woman that you think it might be... my mother said you have a picture of her. Let me see it. I can tell you if it's the woman I saw. If it's not, we'll leave. If it is... we'll find her."