"Gwyneth. I caught your kid looking through my draws again!" Alma yells through the house. A groan was the only response she got out of the single mother. "Jane!" Gwyneth yells for her daughter. A giggle was coming as Gwyneth got up lazily and ran after the little girl. "Sorry Alma." Gwyneth said as she set the girl down to watch her going outside to play. "Don't worry. I love it when you two are over, while Kit's at work." I nodded knowing just how lucky she is to find a man like Kit.

"So have you told anyone about your marriage?" She shook her head no making me frown. "Wow. Well at least he not one of those guys to fuck you, and leave you when you say that you're pregnant." I pointed out as I helped her with cleaning the house. I felt her sympathetic gaze on me but I brushed her off. "Oh darn I almost forgot!" I exclaimed as I grabbed my shawl from the hanger, and told Jane to meet me by the car. "Sorry Alma but I needed to get some oil." Alma said it was okay and we hugged our goodbyes.

"Stay by the bike okay?" Jane nodded to her mother. Gwyneth walked inside the gas staion where Kit worked. "What can I help you with?" Gwyneth heard Kit's voice and smiled. Turning around she saw the shocked look on his face. "Hey there Kitten." He ran up and hugged me swinging me around and finally set me down. "How are you? Where's Jane? Did you bring Jane?" I laughed as he asked the questions all at once. "I'm great, thank you. And yes Jane is here. Jane come and meet Kitten!" She yells and upon hearing her daughter squeal with excitement about an actual cat. This made her smile, and Kit laugh.

"Mama you said there was gonna be a kitten… All I see is Kit." I busted up laughing as Kit gave a pretend hurt on his face. "I need some repairs." Kit nodded and walked outside with me.

After a few hours of repairing the bike. Gwyneth and Jane got home, made dinner and went to bed. Well that's how Gwyneth remembered it. Until the morning came, officers came bursting into her bedroom, yelling for her hands up. "What's going on?!" She asked desperately confused about the situation. When she saw her white sheets stained with somebody's blood. "Gwyneth Dawn, you are under arrest for the murder of you daughter, Jane Dawn." Everything was in slow motion as he said this to Gwyneth.

She felt herself screaming no and struggled as they walked her passed Jane's bedroom. She spotted her daughters body being carried in a body bag. She sobbed so much she didn't noticed how much time actually sped up. The judge had sentenced her to the Briarcliff Asylum for life. Just as they were making their way outside of the courthouse, flashing of camera lights blinded her as she stumbled walking down the steps.

The drive was a lot quicker than she had realized as she was once again met by blinding flashes. She was now face to face with a nun. "Hello Ms. Dawn. I am Sister Jude; I welcome you here in Briarcliff. I hope that you will enjoy your stay… well as long as you follow the rules." She said this as the straight jacket was taken off of Gwyneth. Gwyneth nodded as Sister Jude showed her around and placed her in her room that she'll be sleeping in. "Anything you need just knock on my office door." "Yes, Sister Jude." Gwyneth rasped out. With that she listened as the door slammed shut. Gwyneth just sat on her bed staring at the wall, as silent tears fell down her cheeks. Her daughter, her only thing that kept life worth living, is now dead. The only question that remained in her mind was; who framed her and why?