The Walker family was built on many things. Love, understanding, and secrets. They all had secrets, but no one saw what was coming next. No one knew that the one keeping them all together was the one with the biggest secret of all.

It was late at night. She was getting ready for bed, when the phone began to ring. She quickly answers the phone.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry to be calling," he apologizes.

"Is something wrong?"

"I think that you should fly out here."

"Why?"

"I need you to come, not for me..."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know what to do. I can't get through to her. She needs you. She needs to know."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. She just... I can't get her out of this. She doesn't care about school, or work. She barely leaves her room. She doesn't want to talk to me. She doesn't want to talk to anyone. She asked me why she wasn't good enough..."

She cuts him off, "I'll be on the next flight."

"You know the address."

"Yeah. See you soon."

"Sorry."

"It's time that she knew."

June 28th 1991-She stares at a tiny newborn girl. The baby sleeps peacefully in her arms. She wears a pink jumper, and a headband. Under the headband iss thick dark hair. The baby remains silent as her mother's insides turn.

A man enters the room. He smiles at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed with her bags, and a baby in her arms. He approaches slowly, reaching for the sleeping baby.

"Are you sure about this?"

"This is what we agreed to."

"You can change your mind at any time."

"It's too late now."

"You don't have to do this."

"Yes I do," she argues.

"Are you going to be ok?"

"Probably not, but I'll survive, somehow."

"She's perfect."

"Yeah," she nods.

"Did you come up with a name?"

"I don't think..."

"You should name her," he insists.

"Are you sure?"

"You're her mother."

She takes a look at the baby in his arms ,"Olivia Grace."

"It's perfect for her."

"You should get going. You've got a long drive," she pointed out.

"You're right, I should get going," he agrees.

He takes the baby, a diaper bag, and a carseat with him as he leaves the room. She remains perfectly still, on the edge of the bed. She waits until she knows he's at least as far as the elevator before she breaks down. She begins sobbing uncontrollably. She holds a tiny pink blanket close to her as she cries.

She stares at the suitcase on the bed. She sighs, and returns to the closet. She grabs a step stool in the corner, and unfolds it. She uses it to reach a box on the top shelf. She takes it down and pulls out a tiny pink blanket. She returns the box to its place, and gets off the step stool. She folds up the stool, and flips off the light as she leaves the closet. She returns to her room. Carefully, she places the tiny pink blanket on top of her clothes in the suitcase on her bed. She zips it, and sits it on the floor. She grabs a jacket, keys, and her phone, and leaves the house.