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Chapter One

My mind was trying to think of every possible way I could tell Ralph his father would be leaving LA, and that he wanted to go to court for custody. Genius or not how do you tell any child that? Kudos to geniuses; I have no idea how their brains can keep functioning all day long. I can barely walk, talk, or even concentrate on the issue at hand. My head hurts and I feel extremely dizzy…

I dropped Ralph off at school first instead of doing our normal routine. I thought about calling Walter and asking him for the day off, but I decided to go to work. It must have been extremely clear that something was wrong, because at some point I could feel everyone staring at me.

"WHAT?" I screamed desperately into the air, throwing the paperwork I had in my hand everywhere. I was also trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I knew if I locked eyes with anyone I would instantly be an emotional disaster.

Walter rushed over to me, but did not say a single word at first. Instead he began to pick up the paperwork… Sheet, by sheet while I just stood there as I began to replay everything from last night… Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Walter glanced down at the one piece of paper I was hoping he would not see. I had tears in my eyes and I was scared and yet curious about what Walter would say about the paper I wrote to my attorney.

(Walter is still staring at the document as Paige continues to replay the events that took place yesterday.)

When Drew stated he was leaving again, he had asked me if he could take Ralph with him… TAKE? Ralph was my son, my only man, my love, and I would not know what to do without him. Drew advised me to 'get a lawyer because he was not leaving unless told legally that he could not take Ralph'.

I immediately called my legal representative, Diane. She informed me that I needed to send a proper document stating how long Drew has been in our lives and why he was not there for Ralph for seven years. I stayed up all night trying to finish the statement Diane needed; I have yet to sleep, eat, or even drink.

Walter seemed confused and speechless at first.

"I-I-Wha—t is this?" Walter finally spit out.

I could not reply; I was already crying, slowly breaking down, and I could barely breathe nor could I find a single word to solve the mystery in Walters's hand.