"The day that my son was ripped from my hands, was the same day that I filed for divorce from my husband. He told me the truth about what happened with Dante, and it was the worst day of my life," I spoke the words for the first time in 5 years, to my therapist.

"Did you stop loving him?"

"Of course not, well yea I guess, I don't really know. All I knew was that he had to feel the same pain as me." I held my breath, waiting for it.

"He lost his son too." Right on cue.

"But it's different for a mother."

"How so? When my wife had a miscarriage, I felt pain just like she did."

"Did you cause the pain your wife was feeling?"

"Haley, this is about you, not me."

"That's what I thought Doc." I had been seeing Dr. Ryan for over 2 years now, and I am just being able to talk about those horrible days.

"So what do you feel now?"

"Well I loved him, then immediately hated him, and now…now I just feel numb to it all." The paper I was holding, dropped from my figures and floated to the floor. Dr. Ryan bent to pick it up for me, and read what it was.

"Are you going?"

"No I couldn't."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

"I never asked you, what happened with all your friends?"

"They choose him." I said staring off into space.

"Except for Brooke of course."

"Yea, my best friend. You know she lost everyone too, sometimes I think it was because of me." I stood because I knew the hour was up, he gave me my homework for the week and I left his office.

Five blocks and 15 stories later I opened the door to our penthouse apartment. "Brooke, I'm home!" I called into the dark place. I walked to the windows and threw back the curtins. The apartment was immediately flooded with light, the New York skyline view from here still takes my breath away.

"Hey! You were up early today." Brooke said coming out of her studio. She was completely disheveled yet still flawless.

"Yea I had an appointment. This was delivered when I was on my way out." I handed the invitation to her, and went into the kitchen for breakfast.

"Calling all Tree Hill High School Graduates," She read the black ink out loud, "Your presence is requested at your 5yr reunion. Be there!" She laughed as she finished the last line.

"What's so funny?"

"Clever, go figure that Erica Marsh wrote these." She grabbed the bowl of cereal I poured for her and we walked out onto our balcony to eat.

"What do you think?" Brooke asked me once we were sitting out there.

"I think that I'm not sure." I told her truthfully.

"Me neither."

"Brooke, look I wanted to say that you are my best friend and you have been great for the last five years, but I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"For making you leave all your friends. I mean you haven't talked to Peyton…"

"Don't even start with that. Peyton screwed me over, that's why we haven't talked. That has nothing to do with you."

"What about Lucas?"

"Lucas choose Peyton and he choose Nathan, that was enough for me never to speak to him."

"It just should have been different."

"Haley, I wish you were still in a loving relationship with your son right by your side, but it didn't happen that way. I choose to leave with you, don't you dare feel bad about that."

"Thank you."

"No Haley, we are in this together. And you know what…I think I will go. What do I have to hide from? I'm a successful designer, and I live in a beautiful apartment with my best friend, and I'm dating the most amazing guy."

"Ok, we'll go."

"Haley, you don't have too…"

"Brooke, we're in this together." I simply replied to her. "Plus what are the odds that Nathan will be there? I mean, it's basketball season and he plays for the Lakers, no way will he be there."