Chapter Two...What to do?

I fell to the ground sobbing uncontrollably. "Why Eric?" I screamed into the harsh Friday morning's breeze. "Why him?"

After about ten minutes my sobs subsided and I was able to get to my feet. 'What am I going to do now?' I thought, 'who can I trust...who else knows the secrets of my past? Of my mother..?' And suddenly, I knew. It was as if a key had unlocked a door in my mind allowing me to remember things I had not known since my mother died, since I was born.

Nannan and Gramps were the answer. Not the people Dylan and I knew as Nannan and Gramps, but MY Nannan, my Gramps, my true mother's parents. True mother. I felt like a traitor for thinking those words. Amanda was the only mother I had ever known. Yet the one I didn't know left me a legacy of power that I was inexplicably drawn to. No time to think about this now. I thought miserably. I had to get moving today was going to be a long trying one I could already tell.

The journey to city hall where the public records were kept was a short one. Getting into the backroom however, would prove much more challenging.

"Can I help you?" A woman in her sixties with a tightly pulled back bun asked me in a droning voice.

"Yes m'am" I replied. "My mother Gracie VanStone died about fourteen years ago and I was wondering if you had the records for her house in nineteen sixty nine. I know it was somewhere in town and her parents names were..errr are Abner and Secilia." I said trying not to sound like I was grasping at straws, and failing miserably.

"I'm sorry," the woman droned. "but those files are restricted."

Why just once couldn't I find a nice helpful city employee? I pondered. "Thank you anyway m'am I said with a plastic smile glued to my face. I had to get that file. No matter what it took. It meant saving Eric. The thought sent a chill down my spine.

Recalling everything Eric had taught me in the last few weeks I mumbled a spell under my breath making the attendant think that it was her break time allowing me to sneak into the back room. With the flick of a paperclip I was able to unlock the door. Hey magick can't work for EVERYTHING!" I thought with a smile. Sometimes you just have to improvise!"

I stealthily snuck into the backroom to be faced by row after row of file cabinets. "Oh no," I groaned "not now!" I cursed under my breath and began to look for some kind of clue to how everything was organized.

As luck would have it the files were arranged by year. I found the file cabinet for nineteen-sixty-nine and opened the bottom drawer. No use wasting time, with a last name at the end of the alphabet work from the end. I thought crouching on one knee. The records for VanStone were at the very back of the drawer partially hidden from view. I snatched it up and prayed there would be an address inside. Please don't let me fail Eric! I pleaded.

YES! 1354 Rosepark Avenue. I had found my grandparents address. But were they still alive? Did they still live in the same house? Did they know about me? There was only one way to find out. I stuffed the file back in its cabinet and rushed out of the building hopping on my bike and beginning the ride across town to Rosepark Avenue. I wouldn't get too far.