You get to your apartment and you collapse on the couch. Today had been hard for everybody, but especially for you. When you first found out why they took the baby, you knew it would be the worst for you, but you were determined to tough it out. To prove to the others, and maybe yourself, that you could do this job.

After today, though...

Two people, hardly more than kids, who have no one except each other and a baby. You know what they were feeling. What they were thinking.

Oh shit oh shit what do I do I can't do this oh my God…

You know.

Your eyes are closed and you're trying to block out the images, and you don't know if you're remembering what happened years ago or what happened today.

After Terry jumped, after they took the baby away, Jessie looked… empty. Like she had nothing left.

You wanted to go to her, talk to her so she wouldn't be alone, but you didn't, because you couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't about you as much as her.

And you desperately wanted—needed—to get away from this woman, this girl really, who you probably could have been if it wasn't for moderately different circumstances and a ridiculous amount of luck.

Of course, there were differences. You'd been a little older, you had parents, he hadn't abandoned you, but still…

Even the babies looked the same.

You go to bed and you dream of a baby, well, a toddler now, and when you wake up you realize you were crying in your sleep.