Sania said that and pushed her hand in her pocket and got the piece of blanket out and shoved it in his face so that he could have a good look at it.  Tina had seen it too.

Tina looked at her and felt so sad and sorry for her.  Sania had never told her anything about her past and that she was adopted.  Not that it would have made any difference to her but she would’ve loved to have known. Now she realized why she felt that there was something mysterious about her.

Dodger saw it too and quickly snatched it from her hand.  He wanted to feel the material and make sure of the pattern it had.  It felt the same.  It was the same thick blanket that he wrapped the baby with when he snatched her from her mother and took her to central park and left her behind the bush.  It was more than twenty years ago.  He didn’t realise then that the bitch has put the necklace he’d bought for her on the baby before he snatched her away from her.

Crazy bitch.  Crazy fucking bitch.  I can’t believe it.  Dodger was cursing under his breath.

Sania:  Are you happy now.  Is that a prove enough for you.  This was a piece of the blanket I was found wrapped in.  My social worker saved it for me and passed it on to my adopted family, and they gave to me.  And the necklace too.  It’s my mother’s, it is.  I swear to you Tina, I didn’t steal it believe me.

Tina:  It’s ok baby, I believe you, take it easy.  Don’t get upset, you don’t have to prove anything to me.  It’s ok.

Sania:  Thank you Tina.  I knew you’d believe me.

Antonio was sure now, so fucking sure.  She was the baby he’d left in the park all these years ago.  It would be far fetched if all of what she said was a lie.  He’s seen enough to convince him that this tall, dark and painfully beautiful woman is the same little baby he tried to get rid of all those years ago and he swore not to lay eyes on her ever again.  Where could she have taken them from?  She could have taken the necklace but not the rug.  And why would she steal a piece of blanket?  It doesn’t make any sense.  Why would she do that?  And what about the physical resemblance?  How could she fake that?  Dodger couldn’t handle the situation any longer.  He must let her go.