| Chapter 3 I was sitting at the table with the guest book. Just sitting there. Thinking. It had just recently dawned on me that this is it. Isis will no longer be a child, my responsibility. And it scared me a little �Hello AJ.� A females voice said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Jane Carter standing in front of me. �Hello Jane. It�s good to see you.� I told her. I had rarely seen her over the course of the 17 years Nick had been dead. She was fairly angry when I had gotten custody of Isis. Afraid she was of me taking Isis away Permantley. But I couldn�t do that. I wanted to know her grandmother, as well as remember her father. �flashback.� I took my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door. Isis slowly opened it and turned on the light, a slight gasp escaping her lips. Inside the room was everything of The Backstreet Boys that was mine. After Backstreet boys ended after Nicks death, I packed up everything and crammed it in a larger room in the basement. I didn�t want it to remind Isis of Nick and hurt her. But once she went threw the stuff at her house with Nick, she grabbed almost everything she could of Nicks stuff and crammed it into her 2 rooms (A.N. Bedroom and play/work room) Including everything in his bedroom �Wow, Look a this stuff.� Isis giggled and dived right in, picking up awards to look at, reading concert reviews, and even some fan mail. I just sat in a chair and watched. Until all sounds of papers ruffling ceased as she sat there and stared at a picture. I walked over to her to see what she was looking out. My heart ached when I saw it was a picture of Nick and I, Before the Backstreet Boys. �AJ.� She said silently. �can you tell me about my father. It�s been so long. I don�t even remember what he�s like.� I sighed silently to myself, deciding, what to do, and what to say. �Come with me Isis.� I said to her, barely above a whisper. ************************** Chapter 4 Chapter 2 Table Home |