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*The Following Saturday*
Trish was silent and thoughtful as she sat in Jay and Adam's locker room. Her mind had been consumed by what Jeff had told her the previous week.
She couldn't rid her mind of what the young man had said about Amy's daughter Mandy... And about how he thought he could see a resemblance between the child and Adam.
Yet... that was impossible - *wasn't* it? It certainly *seemed* so. But she'd taken a good long look at the little girl a couple of hours earlier, when she'd been delivered to the arena.
As impossible as it seemed, Trish had to admit... She too had noticed some similarities between Amy Dumas' daughter and her friend. It was strange.
The blonde woman shook her head, thoughts of feeling as though she were in The Twilight Zone zipping through her. Jeff *was* a bit of an oddball, and a lot of people bore resemblances to others. There was probably nothing to it. But...
"There you are!"
Trish barely looked up at the sound of Jay's voice as he entered the room.
"I've been looking for you. A bunch of us were talking about grabbing some dinner, and..." The short-haired blond man neared his girlfriend and frowned with concern. "Babe, are you okay?"
Trish nodded absently.
I'm fine, just... thinking."
Jay sat down beside her.
"It looks like whatever you're thinking about is bothering you," he pointed out.
"Actually, it *does*," the diva admitted, then bit down on her lower lip. Maybe she should just keep her mouth shut about this. It really was none of her business, anyway.
"What is it, hon?" The blond man reached out and placed his hand on hers, caressing it soothingly and lovingly.
The petite blonde sighed and glanced down at their hands. Would she be making a big mistake if she said something to Jay? One thing was certain - she knew she didn't want this to make its way back to Adam or Amy. All that would accomplish would be trouble.
"Trish?"
The diminuitive young woman raised her chocolate eyes to meet the blue ones of her boyfriend. She used her free hand to run it through her blond locks. Then, clearing her throat, she began to explain.
"I don't know where to begin, Jay... but Jeff told me something last week... something... unsettling."
"Unsettling?"
The blonde nodded.
"Yes, he... Well, he thinks Amanda bears some resemblance to..." She shifted her gaze for a beat, then returned it to his face. Then, lowering her voice, she continued. "... to *Adam."
The blond man began to chuckle.
"What? That's pretty funny," he said.
Trish nodded.
"I know... I mean, they may have *known* each other years back, but they never slept together or anything, so-" She abruptly stopped speaking as the expression on Jay's face changed. Likewise, he went white as a sheet.
"Jay?" Trish asked. "They didn't...?"
Her boyfriend didn't reply, but the look on his face told her the answer.
"Oh, my God..."