Author's note: Hi there! I found myself overwhelmed with feels and I decided to start writing this fic. If anyone's interested, please review and/or favorite! You'll make my day and I'd continue writing this story. :3


PROLOGUE

It was another ordinary day for every inmate at Litchfield's prison until Daya came back from the hospital. The cries for her child and her suffering disturbed everyone in the room, especially Bennett, who watched everything from afar, powerless. Life had hit her hard and she was certain she wasn't the same anymore. A part of her was missing and his sanity was aching to go as far away as it could, but Daya wasn't going to fight it.

Three days went by before she got up of bed and went to their special place waiting to see him. She didn't know Bennett was already there waiting for her.

Before she even realized, he was reaching for her hand.

Daya slipped her hands into her pockets. She didn't want to be touched, she didn't deserve to be touched.

– I'm so so… so sorry, Daya. – He whispered. When the impulse to hug her shook every bone in his body, he closed his eyes and stopped himself.

– Don't be. – She looked at him in the eyes for the first time and shook her head. – She's not your child.