A dark haired man with a perfect smile and nice suit stared into the camera. His face instantly changed in sync with the topic . A grave expression replaced his naturally cheery features. "And in other news three dead bodies were found in a Las Angeles mansion. Wow, one of the victims and suspected murderer is Raife Davies. Famous guitar player from the band 'venom.'"

"It was his ex wife, Christine Woods and her child Kyla who were killed. Police suspect he shot them and then himself after breaking into their multi million dollar home. Monica can you give us more details?"

The image on the TV changed and an Asian woman standing at the crime scene spoke. "Yes, I'm here at the gorgeous home where the murders took place. This story is tragic and unreal. Police say Raife Davies was on anti-depressants and drank heavily during the day. He and his ex wife, Christine woods, have been divorced for over 10 years now and he finally snapped. Reports say he continuously stalked her and called her multiple times begging for her to come back."

"There isn't much more than that. Police are still investigating this terrible tragedy. My main concern out of all this is his daughter Ashley Davies. How is she taking the death of her mother, half sister and father?"

The TV turned off and the woman on the couch stood up, fixed her clothes, and formally walked out of the room. Her footsteps echoed as she walked across the hard wood floor. Walking into the master bedroom, she collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the wall, her blue eyes filled with tears and fell non stop until she finally fell into an exhausting sleep.

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The warm sun filled her senses as she got out of the car. She stood leaning against the small black vehicle, enjoying its warmth. Blue eyes closed and she wondered for the thousandth time that day if she was doing the right thing. Her life was complicated enough, her husband had been distant lately, working later than usual. Spencer didn't suspect an affair, her husband just didn't want to be around her. She didn't blame him after everything she had put him through. But that didn't matter now. Everything before today seemed unimportant. She should have talked to him first, it was the right thing to do, but she didn't. For some strange reason she felt obligated to make this decision on her own.

With a heavy sigh, the brunette walked into the building. She smiled at all the familiar faces, making small talk with a couple of them. Her taunt body relaxed a little after each conversation. She felt better than before. And then she reached her father's office and was tense all over again. Her mind screamed 'why', she just ignored it and greeted her father with a hug and chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Sweetheart. What brings you to my office this morning?" He took a seat and motioned for her to do the same.

Spencer hesitantly did so and couldn't keep the false smile on her lips any longer. She closed her eyes for a second and just reminded herself to breathe. "I have a favor to ask." She started quietly opening her eyes again. She saw the worry slowly sketch her father's features and wondered if her request was asking too much. Was it even possible? "Have you heard about the Da…Davies case?" Her voice faltered at the unfamiliar name. She was used to saying Woods.

Her Dad rubbed his chin and nodded. "It's all over the news. How couldn't I hear of it?" He looked closely at his daughter. She was slowly scratching the skin on her hand, a nervous habit. "Spencer what does this have to do with anything?"

"I, um, I knew Christine. She lived nearby me in Ohio." She tried to push all the memories that revolved around the older woman away but couldn't stop them. The guilt was overwhelming, threatening to tighten her throat as she spoke. She tried her best to ignore it, like everything else wrong in her life, but it seemed pointless. The guilt was just too much. "I want Ashley." She forced out. Arthur stared incredulously at her. It didn't stop her. "Dad, I used to babysit her, I used to read to her at night, I played barbies with her." She stood up as her nerves worsened. The look on her father's face didn't change. He still seemed puzzled by her request. "I care a lot about her. I cared a lot about her mother." She chewed on her lower lip. "I want her home with me and not with some foster family."

"Spencer how old was this girl when you took care of her?"

"She was six."

Arthur shook his head. "You're not dealing with a six year old anymore." He ran his hand through his hair. "Spencer she's sixteen and I'm assuming she's very angry and distraught at the moment. Do you see yourself handling that situation well?"

In all honesty, she simply didn't know. She had no idea if she was going to be good for Ashley but that didn't change her mind. This little girl was hurting, Spencer was sure of that, and the urge to help the young Davies through her misery was overpowering. She refused to ignore it. "Yes. I see myself handling the situation well." She reached out and took her father's hand. "Dad, I cared a lot about this family, I cared a lot about Ashley, I don't want to see her put in the wrong place. It would kill me to hear they placed her in a home where the family cared more about her money than her grief. I can't stand the thought Dad. I know you're in a high position in this field and I know if you tried hard enough, you can talk someone into placing her with me. Please Dad, I know it would be best for her."

Arthur didn't need to hear anymore to know his daughter's heart was in the right place. He knew by the tears welling up in her eyes that she truly cared about Ashley.

"I'll do everything in my power to help you Spencer."