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Prologue

Jason walked into his penthouse late the night of his release. Carly and Sonny had barely let him out of their sight. He was exhausted. There were only two things on his mind. Sleeping in his bed and his son. The one he was letting Lucky raise. He hadn't had a chance to even tell Elizabeth he was being released. He hadn't seen her at the hearing where Scott was forced to released him and exonerate him of all charges in Alcazar's murder. He simply jumped to the conclusion that despite their previous conversations about their true feelings for one another, she was still with Lucky and that wasn't about to change anytime soon.

He was surprised by how empty his place felt. Every other time he walked through the door Sam was usually waiting. She was always waiting for him in some way. But now she was gone. He hadn't talked to her since she snuck into the police station. He hadn't even really felt that much of an urge to. But it had been almost two years since his penthouse was empty, and that's just how it felt. Her personal touches to the place were still there, but there were small things missing. Her jacket in the hall closet, cell phone charger, a photo of them. When he went upstairs he knew the closet would be empty of all her belongings. So would the bathroom. There was still a faint reminder of her smell, as if the house had been closed up for weeks since she left. Which probably wasn't true because he knew Spinelli was probably in and out more than Sam ever way.

He hung up his jacket in the closet and the flashing light on his answering machine caught his eye. No one was home to check his messages while he was in jail.

He pressed the PLAY button and listened. He didn't even want to see what was in the mail, or know who had or hadn't been paying his bills. Sam leaving made catching up that much harder.

"You have five new messages," his machine told him.

"This is Dr. Badeau at the University Hospital. Please call me back as soon as you get his message."

He left a number but Jason didn't feel like writing it down. He didn't feel like listening to any other messages either. The second message started.

"This is Dr. Badeau again. I called you two days ago and have yet to receive a call back. I need to speak to you as soon as possible. Please call me back."

He almost had Jason's attention this time. So much so, Jason opened a desk drawer in search of a pen and piece of paper. Maybe it had something to do with Sam. Everyone knew Jason was in Pentonville. How could they not know? The third message started.

"Hi. It's me. I just wanted to let you know that I left town for awhile. If you run across anything that's mine, just put it in a box and I'll come by and get it when I get home. I'm glad you're out of jail. Good luck."

Just hearing Sam's voice made him miss her. Or miss something. Maybe it was just the loneliness. The constant wondering if he even had some sort of future with Elizabeth and his son. He knew he couldn't really be missing Sam after everything they had been through, the lying, and the cheating.

He almost missed the fourth message.

"Mr. Morgan, once again this is Dr. Badeau at University Hospital. It is urgent that I speak to you. I believe we are running out of time. Please call me back."

This time Jason was ready with pen in hand to write the phone number down. It was now confirmed the doctor wasn't calling for Sam. He stopped the answering machine before the fifth message and picked up the phone, dialing the cross country phone number.

A woman answered in French and Jason almost hung up. University Hospital in Paris?

"Dr. Badeau?" was all he said hoping that she would understand and transfer him through. She did. The other end played French opera music softly for minutes before the line was picked up.

"This is Dr. Badeau."

"Hi. This is Jason Morgan. You left some messages on my machine."

"I was wondering if you would ever return the phone call."

"I've been out of town," was all he offered up.

"Your timing couldn't be more perfect. I just finished examining her and I do believe it is critical that you come to Paris right away."

"What are you talking about? Examining who?"

"You're wife."

Jason stood silent in the dark of his penthouse. His wife? The only person he could be talking about was Brenda and they were no longer married.

"Mr. Morgan?" the doctor asked, breaking Jason out of his thoughts.

"Yes."

"Can you get to Paris?"

"I'm sorry, but you're wrong. I don't have a wife."

"I'm looking at her chart right now. Emergency contact lists Jason Morgan, husband. This phone number."

Jason wished she was here just so he could yell at her for not changing all her information once the annulment went through. How in the world did she not change it to Jax the second she had a chance.

"I was hoping you would have contacted me sooner. But seeing that you were unable to receive my messages … I don't know how much longer she has. It's important you come to Paris to discuss Ms. Barrett's wishes. Being her emergency contact and next of kin, it is up to you to make these decisions," the doctor told him.

"She wouldn't want me to do that. Isn't there anyone else you can call?" Jason asked, starting to pace the room.

"We have been unable to contact her sister or nephew. You are the last resort."

Jason ran a hand over his face and stood looking out of the picture windows.

"Fine. I'll be on the next plane out," Jason finally agreed.

"Thank you. Please hurry."

The line was dead.

What in the world had Brenda gotten herself into this time?