The reporters were having a field day. It made me feel sad that they had to dig so deep into someone’s misery. They couldn’t even wait until we left the building to come up with all their stories. Jezabelle, Ashley’s personal representative held them over outside while we sent Evan to get all the information they had on Ashley, Amalia, and I.

Jezabelle told most the story, except the Amalia is my clone thing. She didn’t even know that. We didn’t hide the ‘baby switch’ cover up, we told it in detail, but filter out the ‘oh yeah my daughter is my clone’ thing. We made sure when that came out that Amalia was no where in hearing range. I suspect that she is intuitive enough to know, but just in case we wanted to sit down and tell her that I am her mommy too.

Which…we haven’t yet.

Between telling reporters and major news networks that we didn’t want to give an exclusive, we have been busy. That is what I want to think. We wasn’t ready to give a “tell all” story. We just couldn’t. In the end, we made a deal with Oprah to sit down with her and have that exclusive when we were ready. I didn’t get to talk to her personally, but she understood completely and sent her regards. She even invited us to dinner whenever we wanted to come. I can see a lovely relationship blooming.

This whole ordeal affected us the most, Ashley and I. I know that you might think that we grew closer, getting through this together. That isn’t the case, and to finally have some realistic thinking in this whole unreal situation, it is understandable. The last weeks our days are spent separately. She lives in her studio during the days, and the sound proof steal walls is the only thing protecting her from the world. Sometimes I think she is crying. My heart pulls toward her sometimes through the wall and I can feel this overwhelming sadness. I busy myself with Amalia, spending our days either in the playroom or the kitchen. Our worlds consisted inside that penthouse.

It was at nights that really kept us sane. We would come together from tiring days and through ourselves into each other’s arms. We cling to each other, entangled forever. I was too scared to let go of her in the nights. I felt that if I let go of her then it will all take me away and won’t have them anymore. I felt if I let go then she will slip away from me.