I wandered up the steps that my husband had not shown me. Alone in the huge Lafayette Manor, I looked for something to keep me busy. Jessie had gone out, but would not tell me why or where he was going. So, I searched for something to keep me from thinking too much about it.
I had been in the library looking for something to read, but when I pulled out a book that looked interesting, a wall opened, revealing a dark stairwell. Curiosity led me to the stairwell that I was wandering up. Since it was dark, I had found a lantern in one corner and began my way up.
The steps seemed to last forever, until finally I came upon a door. I reached for the knob. Then, hesitated once my hand clutched the knob. There was no way of having known what I would find behind this hidden door. Swallowing back the fear of what I might find, I turned the knob.
As if the door had been recently opened, the knob turned easily, and the door swung open. I took a step in so that the light from the lantern would spread across the room.
The room was very large. The walls were filled with portraits of people; at one end the paintings looked very old, but the ones closer to the door were newer. I crossed the room to the last picture to study it, and see of who it was.
The lantern fell from my hands to the ground as I gasped. The picture was of Jessie and myself. We were standing side by side in our wedding clothes. There was no way that someone could have painted it over night. This was very strange. Even stranger was the fact that when I picked up the lantern from off the floor, something caught my eye.
I crossed the room to a large table that stretched from one side of the room to the other. What it was that caught my attention is unknown, but when I got there, I wished that I had not have. For on one end of this table, was covered with paintings and sketches of me at all ages. There were birth certificates, and all different kinds of records in my name. Something told me that my meeting Jessie Lafayette was not by accident. The other end of the table had weapons of all kinds spread across it. Along with sketches of all me ex betroths’.
I picked up two of the birth certificates, and examined them. One had the name of my parents on it, and the other of people I did not know. Joshua and Sarah Smith. Besides that, the two slips of paper were exactly the same. I gently set them down, and picked up another slip of paper.
This one was not a birth certificate, but a death certificate. The names Joshua and Sarah Smith were on it. Startled, I picked up another slip of paper. The paper I picked up was an adoption paper stating that I was going to be the legal daughter of Jonathon and Susannah Leroux.
I set down the paper not being able to breathe. I had seen more than my heart could handle at the moment.
I do not know how I made it back to the library so quickly, but I did. The second I shut the wall leading to the room, I heard a masculine voice asking, “Susannah, are you in here?”
Thinking quickly, I pulled a book from the shelf, and sat down on the couch near by. I opened the book.
“Here you are,” Jessie said, entering the room. “I was beginning to think you had run away.”
His tone told me that he was only bantering. “Do you-”
Before he could finish, I hastily stated, “I need some air…I have been in here for long enough.”
“Oh, okay.”
I walked out of the room. Once I was out of his sight, I took off running down the hall toward the door that led outside. I heard my husband calling, “I will join you in a moment.”
I opened the door, and stepped outside. That is when all the energy left me, and the ground came to meet me.
. But it is still really good. the plot line is nice. 
Although this section was shorter.
Hope to read more from you Kayla! My favorite part was:
