Someone was pounding on the door. Rachel Dawes groaned a little and squinted at the clock that was beside her bed. It read 3:29. She frowned at the clock, and ignored the rude person pounding on her door. The pounding grew louder, and Rachel groaned with it.
"Okay I'm coming," she muttered. Rachel rolled out of bed and grabbed her robe. Rachel stumbled out of her room, and towards the front door. She peeked through the peep hole and gasped. Standing on the other side was her younger sister who was holding her sleeping nephew. Rachel hurriedly opened the door. Her sister smiled at Rachel tiredly.
"Can I come in?" Rachel opened the door, and her sister walked in. Rachel was still shocked that her sister was in her apartment.
"You can put him in the spare bedroom," Rachel side. The other woman nodded and went into the other room. Rachel walked into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses. She then filled the glasses with water. Her sister walked into the kitchen and plopped down on a chair. Rachel handed her a glass and stared at her sister.
"Not that I'm unhappy to see you but what are you doing here Emily?" Emily suddenly burst into tears. Rachel looked at her sister in shock and sat next to Emily. She put her arm around Emily's shoulder and Emily leaned in sobbing. Several minutes later Emily had calmed down. She pulled away and took a drink of her water.
"What happened, Em?" Emily brushed away the tears that were still clinging to her eyes.
"I came home one night to see my husband packing. I asked what was going on, and he told me that he was leaving me for another woman. He then gave me the divorce papers and said that Ryan was my responsibility and wanted nothing to do with his son." Emily started to cry again, and Rachel hugged her.
"It's okay. I'll be okay, eventually. I just wish that he wouldn't have done that to Ryan. Ryan needs his father, and I wish that he would be more interested in his son's life."