[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#0099ff]Jenna Westbrook[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/d887a8a1d29a848966e328ec5d6e8c8f/tumblr_n256cncp0N1tneebho1_250.gif[/img][hr][color=0099ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: 052 Forrester Drive - Jason's Room[/center][hr][hr]	Jenna sat on her twin brother's bed, staring at the phone in her hand. She had called Jason earlier that day and they had went through everything she was about to say - every possible outcome, all of the questions she wanted answered. Her parents hadn't been thrilled that she had been spending time at Abe's house, but one of their co-workers had a wife who was a therapist and explained to them that it was probably just part of Jenna's process of coming to terms with her adoption. Jenna didn't particularly care what they thought. She wasn't planning on sticking around much longer anyways. She was going to get the hell out of Red Lake, go stay with Jason for a few week, and then she was going to find a job working for a P.I. She'd be eighteen in less than a year anyways and you didn't need a high school diploma to solve crimes. 

	[color=#0099ff]"Jenna Rydzynski,"[/color] she whispered to herself. There was a photograph of [url=https://josephmallozzi.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/198.jpg?w=500]her birth father[/url] in uniform. He had been a green beret. Jones hadn't actually been his last name and it was why she had never managed to find any records of him. From what she had been able to find online, he was Russian-American and lived on the west coast. She took a deep breath and dialed in the number that Jeanna had sent her, before hitting the call button and lifting the phone to her ear. 

	The phone rang a few times until there was a [i]click[/i] as someone picked up on the other end of the line. 

	[i]"This is Scott,"[/i] a man's voice answered on the other end of the line. It was a little gruff and there wasn't any trace of an accent as Jenna had expected. [i]"Hello? If this is you, Boone, it isn't fucking funny."[/i] She bit down on her lip before remembering what Jason and her had agreed that she'd say first - and then she did the oppose of it. 

	[color=#0099ff]"Hi, you don't know me but I'm your daughter,"[/color] Jenna said bluntly. Her heart was beating practically a thousand times a minute. Ever since she had received the letter from her birth mother, she had wanted to know more. And while she had exchanged a few emails and calls with her mother, she had had practically no information on her father until now. 

	There was silence on the other end of the line. [i]"What's your name?"[/i] 

	[color=#0099ff]"Jenna,"[/color] she replied. She hated being called Gwen. It just reminded her more and more of the lies she had been fed her entire life. She was sick of bullshit and that was one of the reasons she hadn't made contact with anyone else. She had been avoiding all of her friends in Red Lake. Their texts, if any were sent, were unanswered. If they tried to seek her out at work, she'd find a way to be impossibly busy or she just wouldn't acknowledge they were there. She spent most nights at Abe's, and whenever she was home, she stayed in her brother's room. None of her friends had gone to look for her there. 

	[i]"Jenna Natasha,"[/i] Scott replied. [i]"That's what I wanted to name you."[/i]

	She took a deep breath, but Scott hadn't finished on his end of the line. Tears had welled up in her eyes. [i]"Can I meet you?"[/i] he asked. 

	[color=#0099ff]"I'd love that....Dad,"[/color] Jenna said. She was positively beaming. [color=#0099ff]"I live in Pennsylvania - we could meet in Philadelphia..."[/color]

	[i]"Square deal. I've got some...loose ends to deal with here. I'll text you when I can come."[/i] There was then a click and his end of the line was dead.