Everyone Has a Facebook [5/11]
Title: Everyone Has a Facebook
Appearing Characters: The Fabray Family: Russell Fabray, Judy (Hunter) Fabray, Mr. and Mrs. Fabray [Russell's parents], The Eldest Fabray Daughter, Lucy Quinn Fabray
Surviving Hunter Family: Lily Hunter [Judy's younger sister]
Lucy Quinn's Friends: Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, and Brittany Pierce
Rachel's Two Gay Dads: Leroy and Hiram Berry
Pairings: Rachel/Lucy Quinn, side Santana/Brittany, mentions past Rachel/Finn
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~30,600 words
Summary: Lucy Quinn Fabray's life has been filled with secrets and forbidden memories. The summer before her senior year she takes it in to her own hands (with a little nudging from one Rachel Berry) to solve the questions that no one will answer. Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce join her in the journey that leads down a path no one expected to a door that will change everything Quinn ever knew about herself.
Previous Chapters: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]
-Chapter 5-
It wasn't until Wednesday that Quinn got to see Rachel again. Judy had the first part of the week off and refused to leave the house, imposing the same on Quinn. She mostly sat in the living room reading but any time Judy dozed off wherever she was, Quinn would dart to the study to try different combinations on her father's safe. She went through every possible combination she could think of, trying some twice or three times, to no avail.
Most of Rachel and Quinn's time spent that Wednesday was in silence until the afternoon when Quinn suggested they go for a dip in the pool to beat the sweltering hot temperature. Quinn had spent the day before poking and prodding at the pump until it finally began working again and followed it up with getting the chemical balance back to normal and all of the dead bugs cleaned out. Rachel quickly went to her house and returned with swimwear and both dove into the refreshingly cool water. Quinn let her body carry her, floating on to her back and closing her eyes, reveling in the sensation of hot sun and cold water caressing her skin. She could hear Rachel swimming around underwater and felt the waves generated by movement. Eventually there was a soft voice calling her nickname which brought a smile to Quinn's face.
“Lucy Q?”
“Yeah?” Quinn pushed herself upright in the water, her toes barely touching while her chin bobbed on the surface.
“About Saturday...I just...I apologize. Alcohol lowers ones inhibitions and propels people to do incredibly out of character things.”
“It's fine,” Quinn said with a shrug.
“Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me or think that I might attack you with affection at any given moment.”
“I said it's fine, Rachel. You love Finn. I know it, you know it, the whole damn world knows you love Finn.” Quinn spun quickly and took off toward the deep end, her arms and legs propelling her to the opposite side of the pool from Rachel. She gripped onto the concrete and took a few deep breaths to regain her composure. She hadn't meant to snap at Rachel, her frustration just came before her filter could kick in.
“I know you're frustrated.”
Quinn screamed and jumped, Rachel's sudden appearance beside her startling the blonde. Her head hit the bottom of the diving board which made Rachel scream and frantically try to grab onto Quinn's anything to check if she was okay.
“Lucy Q! Are you bleeding? Do you have a con-umph-”
Rachel dipped below the water and sprang back up, sputtering and clawing her way near whatever she could grab which just happened to be Quinn, who was holding onto the diving board with one hand and her throbbing head with the other.
“Rachel! Calm down!”
“My eyes...burning...vocal cords...ruined...”
“You're fine, just stop flailing!”
Rachel finally settled down, one arm around Quinn's neck to steady herself and the other rubbing her eyes to get the burn of the chlorine to subside. All Quinn could do was keep her grip on the board and rub her head, periodically checking for blood. When she was sure that there were no cuts, she reached around to hold Rachel by the waist.
“Are you alright?” Quinn asked.
Rachel finally blinked her eyes open and slipped her other arm around Quinn's neck.
“I think so. Hopefully there was no permanent damage to my vocal cords. Are you alright?”
Quinn winced a little when Rachel reached up to touch the back of the blonde's head. It was apparent that she would be sore for a few days at least.
“I'm good.”
“Any dizziness or blurred vision?”
Quinn shook her head and gripped a little tighter to the diving board and to Rachel's waist to keep the brunette from slipping away. She was a little surprised when Rachel tightened her own grip...and even more surprised when Rachel leaned in and pressed a heated kiss to Quinn's lips. Not even remotely thinking about objecting, Quinn responded. Her tongue dueled with Rachel's, her fingernails gripped on to soft flesh. It was Rachel who pulled away first.
“I'm so sorry!” Rachel cried, attempting to scramble out of Quinn's grip. “I...I don't know what came over me!”
“Rachel!”
“I don't understand this. I mean, certainly I find you rather intoxicating and quite beautiful and for some reason-”
“Rachel!”
“-I just can't help myself. You're an excellent-”
“Berry!”
“-kisser but I'm just not sure how you feel or how I feel, even. It's a very complicated matter. I'm very much in love with Finn - at least I thought I was until now because-”
“I'm not going to get a word in, am I?”
“-I see fireworks when I kiss you, whereas with Finn it was more like...a bottle rocket. No explosions or violins in the background. At first I thought it was just the alcohol but I think there's a possibility I might actually have feelings for you which is very odd and cliché seeing as how you hated me and I was incredibly jealous of you not but mere months ago.”
Quinn blinked, waiting for Rachel to continue but all that happened was dark brown eyes meeting hazel and Quinn smiling a little.
“I'm not gay,” Quinn said.
Rachel's dejected look made Quinn chuckle.
“But I like you,” the blonde continued. “I'm allowed to like both, you know?”
“Certainly. I very much understand bisexuality. Brittany is bisexual, isn't she?”
“Brittany just loves everyone. What's she have to do with it?”
“Nothing, really. I mean, have you ever-”
“No. I mean, Santana offered a couple times but she was drunk and I was trying to be president of the celibacy club.”
Rachel smiled and moved to cup Quinn's cheek with her hand to pull her in for a languid, passionate kiss, not quite as animalistic as the previous one, but still filled with as much feeling and heat. Quinn could feel her body begin to tingle, tension pulling low in her abdomen as Rachel's tongue danced slowly with hers. She honestly could've continued for several more hours but she knew her mother would be home soon and if Judy caught the pair once again in a compromising position Quinn was positive she would be sent off to a boarding school in Europe or something equally as horrible.
“We have to stop,” Quinn gasped, forcing herself to pull away. “She'll be home soon.”
With an understanding nod, Rachel leaned in for one more chaste kiss before pushing off of the pool wall to the ladder, Quinn following right behind her.
They took a few more minutes at the front door in saying goodbye than normal due to Rachel being pinned against it and Quinn's hands gripping firmly to her waist. Luckily for them both, Judy pulled in the garage just as Rachel was turning on to her street.
Dinner for Quinn was silent save for the sound of silverware on plates. Even though it was Chinese take-out, Judy had insisted on setting the table and having dinner together. Not so much as verbally insisted but she had glared at Quinn and cleared her throat when the blonde moved to get up on a bar stool to eat her cashew chicken and shrimp fried rice.
“Why are we eating in here?” Quinn asked, finally breaking the silence.
Judy looked up and swallowed her bite of lo mein followed by a sip of wine. “Family time.”
“Seriously?” Quinn quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head, showing her obvious disbelief.
“Father Josiah said it might help with your...” Judy glanced up and down at her daughter and shook her head. “Your problem.”
“What problem?” Quinn glared at her mother, daring her to say it but knowing full well she wouldn't.
“I won't get in to this with you, Quinn.”
“Just say it.”
“Don't test me.”
“I'm not gay,” Quinn said, a smirk pulling at her lips. She waited for her mother's look of relief before adding, “I'm bisexual.”
Judy's small smile dropped and the look of disappointment Quinn had seen the night she left the house with her bags packed, headed to Finn's, had replaced it. Quinn tucked her lower lip between her teeth and waited for the response, desperately trying not to show the growing fear in her stomach that she was about to be told to get out of the house yet again. Although she knew she would be welcomed in the Berry house (the only place she would dare to go) she knew that being thrown out would separate her from the one potential piece of information that could open the many doors to the many unanswered questions she had about her life.
Instead of the expected “you can pack your bags”, all that came was Judy setting her fork down, finishing her glass of wine, and standing up to head to the kitchen, taking hers and Quinn's plates with her. Rather than storming up to her room like she normally would, Quinn followed her mother quietly and peered in to the kitchen, making sure not to be seen. She watched as her mother scraped the plates of food into the trash can and dropped them in to the sink. For a moment, she stared at them and gripped on to the sink before bringing one hand up to wipe away a few tears Quinn saw sliding down her cheek.
“Please God, help her,” Judy whispered. “I don't want to lose her, too.”
Quinn lost her balance momentarily but not before the door to the kitchen squeaked a little. She jumped back, knowing she'd probably been seen. When she looked back through the crack in the door her mother was washing dishes, her face void of any emotion and dry of any tears. It was the first time that Quinn thought that maybe she wasn't alone in the need for someone to love her unconditionally.
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“It's very peculiar,” Rachel mused. “Your mother is quite good at hiding emotions. Much like you, if I may say so.”
It was the first thing Quinn had spilled to Rachel that night when she picked up the phone to call her after her mother had gone to sleep. Rachel being Rachel, she had to analyze it and give Quinn her full report the next day over lemonade and cookies at the Berry house.
“I certainly wouldn't say that she's the worst mother you could have, Lucy Q. It sounds like she's honestly trying to find her place in your life and attempting to be a better mother than when your father lived there. I mean, following the confession of your sexuality she could've easily thrown you out again. Or sent you to an exorcist.”
“An exorcist? Really?”
“They still exist.”
“Okay, Rachel.”
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Over the next two days Quinn was left to fend for herself since her mother was fighting Russell in court. The blonde was always in bed by the time her mother got home to avoid finding out how much her father didn't want her. She knew he'd want to see her even less when, on the second day, Quinn showed up on Rachel Berry's doorstep with a box of hair dye.
“Are you sure about this, Lucy Q?” Rachel asked as Quinn dragged a kitchen chair into the downstairs bathroom to set up. “This is damaging to your hair. Why not just let it grow out?”
“I've been doing it since before freshman year, I'll be fine. I'm sick of hearing that I need my roots touched up.”
“Alright,” Rachel sighed. “But if it turns out horribly wrong, don't blame me.”
The color matched Quinn's dark roots perfectly. She didn't miss the twinkle in Rachel's eye when they were finished or how she practically dragged Quinn up to her bedroom to make out for a good half-hour after Quinn's now brown hair had dried.
Judy Fabray only shook her head and sighed. At dinner she looked at Quinn disapprovingly but never said a word.
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“I'm selling the house.”
Quinn almost choked on her bite of chicken when her mother dropped the bomb over dinner a week after the divorce proceedings had finished.
Dinner had become a nightly 'thing' when Judy was there. Usually the meals were made on Saturday or Sunday and frozen to be thawed that day. The homemade meals began when Judy had commented that Quinn wasn't in as good of shape as she had been at the start of the summer; she blamed it on the take-out. So Quinn was subjected to perfectly portioned and balanced meals at dinnertime. It's not that she wanted to gain the weight back, she just didn't want to panic about every pound gained. She knew she could work it off quickly.
“It's too big,” Judy said. “We don't need five bedrooms. I found a nice three-bedroom, two and a half bathroom house a few blocks from here. The previous owners have promised the pool will be up and running by the time we move in. I already have a buyer lined up.”
“Okay,” Quinn said with a shrug. “When do we start packing?”
“Tomorrow. The buyer wants to be in by the end of next week. I've been talking to him ever since I got the court date.”
Quinn shrugged again. She wasn't really concerned with where they were moving since it was still in Lima. And, of course, she would make sure the safe came with them.
It wasn't until Quinn discovered that her house was three doors down from Rachel that she honestly gave a damn where she and her mother lived. It was slightly terrifying, though, when the three Berrys showed up on her front doorstep with food before they even moved in. Judy took it politely and thanked them, shooting a little glare at Rachel who grinned widely at Quinn before bouncing off the front porch. Surprisingly, Judy actually served the food for their last dinner in the old house.
It didn't take long at all for them to pack up what was left of their house and move it. One room Quinn watched like a hawk was her father's study the day the movers came. It seemed like she was gone for five minutes and when she went back to check the study, the safe was gone. She watched one of the men take it out and put it on the moving truck. She knew it had to have been opened for it to be removed from the floor which meant her mother had the combination.
Judy was still working through the move which left Quinn and Rachel to decorate Quinn's new room. She'd chosen a room overlooking the back yard and near a tree, Rachel pointed out. A tree that would be very easy to climb. The walls of her new room were plain beige, just like the rest of the rooms. As soon as the sale of their old house and the purchase of their new one were both finalized, Judy had promised that they would redecorate.
As Quinn unpacked she watched closely for absolutely anything her mother touched that might hold a clue. When she spotted it, her heart tugged and a lump rose in her throat. Her mother's locked jewelry box. With a small slip of paper sticking out of it. She knew that was it.
Appearing Characters: The Fabray Family: Russell Fabray, Judy (Hunter) Fabray, Mr. and Mrs. Fabray [Russell's parents], The Eldest Fabray Daughter, Lucy Quinn Fabray
Surviving Hunter Family: Lily Hunter [Judy's younger sister]
Lucy Quinn's Friends: Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, and Brittany Pierce
Rachel's Two Gay Dads: Leroy and Hiram Berry
Pairings: Rachel/Lucy Quinn, side Santana/Brittany, mentions past Rachel/Finn
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~30,600 words
Summary: Lucy Quinn Fabray's life has been filled with secrets and forbidden memories. The summer before her senior year she takes it in to her own hands (with a little nudging from one Rachel Berry) to solve the questions that no one will answer. Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce join her in the journey that leads down a path no one expected to a door that will change everything Quinn ever knew about herself.
Previous Chapters: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]
-Chapter 5-
It wasn't until Wednesday that Quinn got to see Rachel again. Judy had the first part of the week off and refused to leave the house, imposing the same on Quinn. She mostly sat in the living room reading but any time Judy dozed off wherever she was, Quinn would dart to the study to try different combinations on her father's safe. She went through every possible combination she could think of, trying some twice or three times, to no avail.
Most of Rachel and Quinn's time spent that Wednesday was in silence until the afternoon when Quinn suggested they go for a dip in the pool to beat the sweltering hot temperature. Quinn had spent the day before poking and prodding at the pump until it finally began working again and followed it up with getting the chemical balance back to normal and all of the dead bugs cleaned out. Rachel quickly went to her house and returned with swimwear and both dove into the refreshingly cool water. Quinn let her body carry her, floating on to her back and closing her eyes, reveling in the sensation of hot sun and cold water caressing her skin. She could hear Rachel swimming around underwater and felt the waves generated by movement. Eventually there was a soft voice calling her nickname which brought a smile to Quinn's face.
“Lucy Q?”
“Yeah?” Quinn pushed herself upright in the water, her toes barely touching while her chin bobbed on the surface.
“About Saturday...I just...I apologize. Alcohol lowers ones inhibitions and propels people to do incredibly out of character things.”
“It's fine,” Quinn said with a shrug.
“Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me or think that I might attack you with affection at any given moment.”
“I said it's fine, Rachel. You love Finn. I know it, you know it, the whole damn world knows you love Finn.” Quinn spun quickly and took off toward the deep end, her arms and legs propelling her to the opposite side of the pool from Rachel. She gripped onto the concrete and took a few deep breaths to regain her composure. She hadn't meant to snap at Rachel, her frustration just came before her filter could kick in.
“I know you're frustrated.”
Quinn screamed and jumped, Rachel's sudden appearance beside her startling the blonde. Her head hit the bottom of the diving board which made Rachel scream and frantically try to grab onto Quinn's anything to check if she was okay.
“Lucy Q! Are you bleeding? Do you have a con-umph-”
Rachel dipped below the water and sprang back up, sputtering and clawing her way near whatever she could grab which just happened to be Quinn, who was holding onto the diving board with one hand and her throbbing head with the other.
“Rachel! Calm down!”
“My eyes...burning...vocal cords...ruined...”
“You're fine, just stop flailing!”
Rachel finally settled down, one arm around Quinn's neck to steady herself and the other rubbing her eyes to get the burn of the chlorine to subside. All Quinn could do was keep her grip on the board and rub her head, periodically checking for blood. When she was sure that there were no cuts, she reached around to hold Rachel by the waist.
“Are you alright?” Quinn asked.
Rachel finally blinked her eyes open and slipped her other arm around Quinn's neck.
“I think so. Hopefully there was no permanent damage to my vocal cords. Are you alright?”
Quinn winced a little when Rachel reached up to touch the back of the blonde's head. It was apparent that she would be sore for a few days at least.
“I'm good.”
“Any dizziness or blurred vision?”
Quinn shook her head and gripped a little tighter to the diving board and to Rachel's waist to keep the brunette from slipping away. She was a little surprised when Rachel tightened her own grip...and even more surprised when Rachel leaned in and pressed a heated kiss to Quinn's lips. Not even remotely thinking about objecting, Quinn responded. Her tongue dueled with Rachel's, her fingernails gripped on to soft flesh. It was Rachel who pulled away first.
“I'm so sorry!” Rachel cried, attempting to scramble out of Quinn's grip. “I...I don't know what came over me!”
“Rachel!”
“I don't understand this. I mean, certainly I find you rather intoxicating and quite beautiful and for some reason-”
“Rachel!”
“-I just can't help myself. You're an excellent-”
“Berry!”
“-kisser but I'm just not sure how you feel or how I feel, even. It's a very complicated matter. I'm very much in love with Finn - at least I thought I was until now because-”
“I'm not going to get a word in, am I?”
“-I see fireworks when I kiss you, whereas with Finn it was more like...a bottle rocket. No explosions or violins in the background. At first I thought it was just the alcohol but I think there's a possibility I might actually have feelings for you which is very odd and cliché seeing as how you hated me and I was incredibly jealous of you not but mere months ago.”
Quinn blinked, waiting for Rachel to continue but all that happened was dark brown eyes meeting hazel and Quinn smiling a little.
“I'm not gay,” Quinn said.
Rachel's dejected look made Quinn chuckle.
“But I like you,” the blonde continued. “I'm allowed to like both, you know?”
“Certainly. I very much understand bisexuality. Brittany is bisexual, isn't she?”
“Brittany just loves everyone. What's she have to do with it?”
“Nothing, really. I mean, have you ever-”
“No. I mean, Santana offered a couple times but she was drunk and I was trying to be president of the celibacy club.”
Rachel smiled and moved to cup Quinn's cheek with her hand to pull her in for a languid, passionate kiss, not quite as animalistic as the previous one, but still filled with as much feeling and heat. Quinn could feel her body begin to tingle, tension pulling low in her abdomen as Rachel's tongue danced slowly with hers. She honestly could've continued for several more hours but she knew her mother would be home soon and if Judy caught the pair once again in a compromising position Quinn was positive she would be sent off to a boarding school in Europe or something equally as horrible.
“We have to stop,” Quinn gasped, forcing herself to pull away. “She'll be home soon.”
With an understanding nod, Rachel leaned in for one more chaste kiss before pushing off of the pool wall to the ladder, Quinn following right behind her.
They took a few more minutes at the front door in saying goodbye than normal due to Rachel being pinned against it and Quinn's hands gripping firmly to her waist. Luckily for them both, Judy pulled in the garage just as Rachel was turning on to her street.
Dinner for Quinn was silent save for the sound of silverware on plates. Even though it was Chinese take-out, Judy had insisted on setting the table and having dinner together. Not so much as verbally insisted but she had glared at Quinn and cleared her throat when the blonde moved to get up on a bar stool to eat her cashew chicken and shrimp fried rice.
“Why are we eating in here?” Quinn asked, finally breaking the silence.
Judy looked up and swallowed her bite of lo mein followed by a sip of wine. “Family time.”
“Seriously?” Quinn quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head, showing her obvious disbelief.
“Father Josiah said it might help with your...” Judy glanced up and down at her daughter and shook her head. “Your problem.”
“What problem?” Quinn glared at her mother, daring her to say it but knowing full well she wouldn't.
“I won't get in to this with you, Quinn.”
“Just say it.”
“Don't test me.”
“I'm not gay,” Quinn said, a smirk pulling at her lips. She waited for her mother's look of relief before adding, “I'm bisexual.”
Judy's small smile dropped and the look of disappointment Quinn had seen the night she left the house with her bags packed, headed to Finn's, had replaced it. Quinn tucked her lower lip between her teeth and waited for the response, desperately trying not to show the growing fear in her stomach that she was about to be told to get out of the house yet again. Although she knew she would be welcomed in the Berry house (the only place she would dare to go) she knew that being thrown out would separate her from the one potential piece of information that could open the many doors to the many unanswered questions she had about her life.
Instead of the expected “you can pack your bags”, all that came was Judy setting her fork down, finishing her glass of wine, and standing up to head to the kitchen, taking hers and Quinn's plates with her. Rather than storming up to her room like she normally would, Quinn followed her mother quietly and peered in to the kitchen, making sure not to be seen. She watched as her mother scraped the plates of food into the trash can and dropped them in to the sink. For a moment, she stared at them and gripped on to the sink before bringing one hand up to wipe away a few tears Quinn saw sliding down her cheek.
“Please God, help her,” Judy whispered. “I don't want to lose her, too.”
Quinn lost her balance momentarily but not before the door to the kitchen squeaked a little. She jumped back, knowing she'd probably been seen. When she looked back through the crack in the door her mother was washing dishes, her face void of any emotion and dry of any tears. It was the first time that Quinn thought that maybe she wasn't alone in the need for someone to love her unconditionally.
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“It's very peculiar,” Rachel mused. “Your mother is quite good at hiding emotions. Much like you, if I may say so.”
It was the first thing Quinn had spilled to Rachel that night when she picked up the phone to call her after her mother had gone to sleep. Rachel being Rachel, she had to analyze it and give Quinn her full report the next day over lemonade and cookies at the Berry house.
“I certainly wouldn't say that she's the worst mother you could have, Lucy Q. It sounds like she's honestly trying to find her place in your life and attempting to be a better mother than when your father lived there. I mean, following the confession of your sexuality she could've easily thrown you out again. Or sent you to an exorcist.”
“An exorcist? Really?”
“They still exist.”
“Okay, Rachel.”
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Over the next two days Quinn was left to fend for herself since her mother was fighting Russell in court. The blonde was always in bed by the time her mother got home to avoid finding out how much her father didn't want her. She knew he'd want to see her even less when, on the second day, Quinn showed up on Rachel Berry's doorstep with a box of hair dye.
“Are you sure about this, Lucy Q?” Rachel asked as Quinn dragged a kitchen chair into the downstairs bathroom to set up. “This is damaging to your hair. Why not just let it grow out?”
“I've been doing it since before freshman year, I'll be fine. I'm sick of hearing that I need my roots touched up.”
“Alright,” Rachel sighed. “But if it turns out horribly wrong, don't blame me.”
The color matched Quinn's dark roots perfectly. She didn't miss the twinkle in Rachel's eye when they were finished or how she practically dragged Quinn up to her bedroom to make out for a good half-hour after Quinn's now brown hair had dried.
Judy Fabray only shook her head and sighed. At dinner she looked at Quinn disapprovingly but never said a word.
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“I'm selling the house.”
Quinn almost choked on her bite of chicken when her mother dropped the bomb over dinner a week after the divorce proceedings had finished.
Dinner had become a nightly 'thing' when Judy was there. Usually the meals were made on Saturday or Sunday and frozen to be thawed that day. The homemade meals began when Judy had commented that Quinn wasn't in as good of shape as she had been at the start of the summer; she blamed it on the take-out. So Quinn was subjected to perfectly portioned and balanced meals at dinnertime. It's not that she wanted to gain the weight back, she just didn't want to panic about every pound gained. She knew she could work it off quickly.
“It's too big,” Judy said. “We don't need five bedrooms. I found a nice three-bedroom, two and a half bathroom house a few blocks from here. The previous owners have promised the pool will be up and running by the time we move in. I already have a buyer lined up.”
“Okay,” Quinn said with a shrug. “When do we start packing?”
“Tomorrow. The buyer wants to be in by the end of next week. I've been talking to him ever since I got the court date.”
Quinn shrugged again. She wasn't really concerned with where they were moving since it was still in Lima. And, of course, she would make sure the safe came with them.
It wasn't until Quinn discovered that her house was three doors down from Rachel that she honestly gave a damn where she and her mother lived. It was slightly terrifying, though, when the three Berrys showed up on her front doorstep with food before they even moved in. Judy took it politely and thanked them, shooting a little glare at Rachel who grinned widely at Quinn before bouncing off the front porch. Surprisingly, Judy actually served the food for their last dinner in the old house.
It didn't take long at all for them to pack up what was left of their house and move it. One room Quinn watched like a hawk was her father's study the day the movers came. It seemed like she was gone for five minutes and when she went back to check the study, the safe was gone. She watched one of the men take it out and put it on the moving truck. She knew it had to have been opened for it to be removed from the floor which meant her mother had the combination.
Judy was still working through the move which left Quinn and Rachel to decorate Quinn's new room. She'd chosen a room overlooking the back yard and near a tree, Rachel pointed out. A tree that would be very easy to climb. The walls of her new room were plain beige, just like the rest of the rooms. As soon as the sale of their old house and the purchase of their new one were both finalized, Judy had promised that they would redecorate.
As Quinn unpacked she watched closely for absolutely anything her mother touched that might hold a clue. When she spotted it, her heart tugged and a lump rose in her throat. Her mother's locked jewelry box. With a small slip of paper sticking out of it. She knew that was it.