Yasmine wiped her eyes to get rid of the water that surrounded them. Still, she needed to keep her hands on the wheel and make her way through the interstate. But she couldn't go. She couldn't just leave him. That woman was coming. And she had her blade pointed at Clay.
Still she had something. A slight smile had spread across her face as she reached over to open the passenger glove box and pulled out two things.
A recorder. Not just any recorder, Clayton recorder. Even though her husband held the bag to everything else. She took the recorder. Before handing everything to him she quickly decided to steal the device for herself.
Another… was a gun. A device to help her with everything. Troubles, obstacles, everything. It was like gold, in situations like this. She needed this. Her fingers seemingly wrapped themselves around the handle. It felt… right. She let out a sigh before looking back up at the road.
"Hannah Jackson." Was the name that ran repeatedly in her mind. It wasn't just anyone though. It was the woman she was going to see. If there were anyone who'd have access to any information it was a government official. The ride seemed somewhat relaxing. Yasmine watched as the water passed her as she drove on the bridge. There was a time when she and Clayton would see if they could hold their breath. They would try and see if they could survive the swim between one end of land to another. She'd always win and he'd say some sort of dumb excuse like "he was driving" or how he "gave her the win."
Everything seems so different now even though it's just been one day. Sage gone. She's going to investigate. Would she be able to go to work, or was she bound to hiding until everything died down? No she couldn't. She had things to do, a life to live.
But everything was fine. All she had to do was go to Hannah. The woman set her mind to rest as she continued to drive.
It felt like hours before Yasmine made it to her mother's house. A part of her took comfort in the way it still looked the same from her childhood. She watched as the pretty periwinkle danced back and forth from the wind. All the countless summers she and Pharaoh would come and make flower crowns out of the beautiful things. Or the nice pink azaleas that grew ever so beautiful on her mother's window seal. Of course it was much harder to get those, since their mother was always on the lookout for them. Still, they still made a way sometimes. The thought of happy memories was great, but it always led back to another cold stone one. Sage. She never thought how'd she tell her mother? They never meet nor will they ever.
Yasmine looked around for a quick second, allowing her mind to process everything once more. How was she going to tell her? Was she going to be disappointed, angry, sad? Everything seemed so different than before. Feeling her face getting hot, she covered her face to shield herself. She didn't want to see anyone right now. She couldn't see anyone. Instead of happily moving out of the car, she stayed in and dwelt her inevitable future. She'd have to tell people, right? All the people she happily announced to before. She'd eventually have to tell them that their daughter, who only lived six months, was gone.
The sound of a knock snatched her up from her own mind, causing her to almost give herself whiplash to find the culprit. It was her mother.
The woman's eyes looked soft as she smiled at her daughter. So happy, so native. It almost sickened the other. Yasmine watched as Hannah waved her hands back and forth to signal somewhat of a hello. It felt genuine, but carried the weight of the world in it. An uncomfortable amount of weight.
"Hey momma!" Yasmine rolled down the window as she spoke. Even though she had so much to tell her, she kept a look of pleasure the entire time. "I was just about to come in."
"No need." The woman that stood before her began to soften her voice even more. "Clay called and he…" She watched as her mother's voice quaked. "He told me everything." With every word, Yasmine could feel her hand shaking. He… called. She knew he wanted to make sure everything was fine, but she could handle telling her parents about it. She took another deep breath before speaking.
So you know why I'm here?" Her voice seemed dry, but as bold as the ocean. "I need your keycard for the case settings." Yasmine could feel her eyes starting to water, so she looked forward to avoiding her mother's gaze. Instead of replying, Hannah only nodded and headed into her house to receive the key.