Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

sighed, “Then she did it for a reason. She has to be aware of what’s happening.”
    I opened my eyes, “What kind of fucking operation is this?”
    I could see sadness in Fitz’s eyes, “She stopped when you were born. You and Sissy were everything to her. She wasn’t supposed to be able to get pregnant. You were both a miracle. A set of twin girls for a lady who couldn’t have a single baby. As you aged, she slowly got back into it. Small missions, tiny jobs, little things she could do while you were in school.”
    I shook my head, “Impossible.”
    He laughed, “Not for her. She was one of a kind. She could take you to the park, assassinate someone, and not even bat an eyelash, or have a hair out of place. She was a machine.”
    “What does that even mean? Did she do that?”
    He shook his head, “Of course not. She never endangered you. She became a regular American mother. She doted on your father, but always maintained the aid to her country.”
    I ran my fingers through my hair and tried not to notice the grease, “What is the Burrow?” I didn’t want to know anything else. I didn’t have room for it.
    I looked up to see Fitz shaking his head, “Something dangerous. Something that once you know about it, you can never come back from knowing. You leave the service the way I did.” He looked sickened, “The way your father did.”
    Tears flooded my eyes.
    He was alive.
    He was another person who had pretended to be dead and left me.
    I got up and walked to the hallway, “I need to lay down.”
    I walked to the spare room I had slept in before, and curled up in the sheets.
    When I closed my eyes I saw it all. The obvious things that stuck out but seemed innocent with unknowing eyes. With jaded bitterness, I could see them for what they were.
    The door opened, just as I was about to jump up and scream at Fitz some more.
    Coop poked his head in, “You okay?”
    I shook my head, “Fuck no.”
    He laughed and closed the door. He laid on the bed on his back, “Feeling stupid?”
    I punched him in the arm, hurting my hand.
    He snorted, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He turned, looking at me, “You hit like a girl.”
    I closed my eyes, “How could they? How could they lie and cheat Sissy and me? How could the very same shit happen to my kids? Do you see the irony in this? It’s insane.”
    Coop was looking at me still, when I opened my eyes, “Almost like it was planned,” he said.
    I nodded, “I have no doubt, some of it was. Look at it all? It all fits so nicely when you stand back. Up close it’s a jumbled mess, but from a distance you can see everything. You can easily just slip the puzzle pieces together.”
    He grabbed my hand, “Your kids are safe. She isn’t going to hurt them. She isn’t going to let them get hurt.”
    My eyes watered, “Why didn’t she tell me the truth? Why didn’t she let me in?”
    He wiped a tear dripping down my cheek, “Did you tell your kids what you used to be?”
    I scowled, “Of course not. They’re only little.”
    He shrugged, “Did you ever plan on telling them about you being a spy? Do you plan on telling them about James’ betrayal, or his still being alive, or what he really did for a living?”
    I clenched my jaw.
    He nodded, “You don’t know why she never told you things, but you can see how easy it is to want to protect them.”
    I shook my head, “I was CI though. Why didn’t she tell me then? Or when I was retired. We shared more things, than I ever knew.”
    “I don’t know. You have to ask her.”
    I narrowed my eyes, “How do I reach her?”
    He sighed, “No.”
    I climbed off the bed and left the room.
    “What is the Burrow?” I shouted down the hall.
    Fitz passed me a bowl of probably the most amazing-looking fruit salad I’d had ever seen. I sighed taking it and my seat.
    He sat with a bowl of fruit too, “Well, I guess since the story of how the Burrow was created is the same as the story of how your mom became a spy, I can just head off from where I was before in the story. The newly-formed spy operatives joined forces and saved the weapons from the Germans. We didn’t get them all, just the ones with the potential to destroy the world with their so-called brilliance.” He ate a bite and chewed, but he seemed lost in it all, “We took them somewhere no one would ever find them. An asylum where they would be safe. At first the presidents and leaders were aware the Burrow existed but they didn’t know where