She had been on her phone all morning, quiet, completely immersed in her thoughts, eyes fixed on the screen. She had decided to sleep in the guest room, away from Weller, trying to give him some space and trying to clear her head, but her thoughts were far away from there. Jane found herself thinking about that brown eyed girl who had been her daughter long ago, in another life, a life she couldn't remember, a life that was stolen from the both of them.

She closed her eyes, as if going to sleep, but the silence in the room was deafening, it was hard to sleep in a bed without him by her side and with Avery in her mind. The tears were threatening to flood her eyes but she managed to swallow them with a gasp. By two am she went to the room that once was her bedroom and tucked herself next to her husband, who turned and kissed her forehead, as if knowing about the storm inside of her.

By morning Weller wasn't there anymore and she thought she had awoken in that lonely hotel room again, knowing that nothing has changed, but the smell of freshly made coffee and the handwritten note on the bedside table took her back to reality and she allowed herself to breath in peace just for a while.

Jane looked up at the ceiling and remembered the countless, sleepless nights she had in that bed, too happy to go to close her eyes, too convinced that her life was nothing but a beautiful dream, when she still couldn't believe she had a family, a man who loved her, when she thought that if she closed her eyes, she'd be thrown into Times Square again just to wake up in a hospital bed alone and scared. She had left the apartment just a week ago but it felt like a hundred years, the dark walls welcomed her back as the sun warmed her tattooed skin, as the morning greeted her from the window, and then those dark eyes came back to haunt her and she could feel her heart sinking in her chest.

"Avery", she whispered, heart racing.

Her daughter was there, in the same country, the same city, all by herself in a lonely safe house, a place she didn't belong in, with unknown agents watching her back, living in the same awful reality Jane experienced after waking up, and she remembered how much she needed someone by her side, someone who could answer her questions and keep her safe at night.

There was an alert on her phone, it was an automatic reply from the FBI server and ignored it completely, just to open the app that now had become her favorite surveillance device, an open book into Avery's life. If she couldn't get anything from the girl, she'd get it from her story.

Avery had lived a happy life, surrounded by nice friends and visiting amazing places, there was always a smile on her face, a smile she hasn't gotten to know yet and she was dying to get any reaction from her daughter that wasn't just resentment, betrayal and anger, but what could she do? Haven't she felt the same way when she looked at herself in the mirror that first night at the safe house? And then she wondered if Avery had the same experience as well, and she realized that she haven't been handling this the right way.

There was a lot of stuff going on at the moment, the sudden realization that she had a daughter, that said daughter loathed her and her crumbling marriage; every time she tried to fix something, another thing came on her way to unsettle her pace again.

"You ok?" Weller was leaning against the door frame, eyes locked in her expression, worried.

Jane looked up and wondered for how long he had been there, looking at her in silence, trying to read her face and she knew that he knew her too well to lie to him about her feelings; and she was in no mood to lie to him again, not after everything that had happened between them lately.

She sighed and locked the phone's screen. "She had a life before all this, you know?"

He looked at her and he felt it, that unsettledness, that feeling of being trapped and not knowing what to do anymore. He was afraid she would go back to that dark place, enclosing herself in her own mind, keeping so much distance, carrying her burdens on her shoulders.

Weller sat next to her, keeping a polite distance to see her face, to study even her smallest expressions. He still remembered how broken she looked the night before, as broken as he was, and despite everything that had happened between them, he still wanted her to be happy, he still wanted Jane.

"I've been looking at photos of Avery al morning" She finally said, almost whispering, almost tired, as if talking about the subject meant a big effort, but it was difficult to breathe, it was difficult to keep pretending and it was even harder to tell herself that Avery would come around. "She had friends, a family who loved her. She traveled the world and she looked happy. No wonder why she hates me so much"

"Jane" Weller whispered, trying to find the right words to say, some new words she hadn't already heard from him, from herself, anything, but there was nothing on his mind that could make things right. "She doesn't hate you. She's confused and alone. She's been brainwashed by Roman and…" He sighed, finding the one thing that could make the difference. "She looked for you before Roman got to her, remember?"