Diana always thought that once she'd left Seattle, all of her problems would disappear. She wouldn't be with the husband who lied and kept secrets from her, nor would she be with the daughter who resented her for something she didn't even remember. Most importantly, she wouldn't see him anymore. She would never have to see the boy who she knew so well and yet couldn't even remember a name for.

After the day she'd left, she did everything in her power to leave that life behind. Move to a new town, change her name, dive head first into a whole new existence without any of the weights of her past holding her back. Yet even with all her efforts, there were so many little reminders that popped up, never letting her truly forget anything.

The worst part was, whenever she'd see those reminders, no matter what they were, a small part of her yearned to follow them. A small part of her hoped that they could take her back to the place she'd left behind so eagerly.

She would spot Natalie out of the corner of her eye, do a double take, and then sprint after the girl, calling her name. When she would eventually reach the other, Diana would always get a sore surprise when she realized that who she'd been chasing hadn't been her daughter. In fact this girl didn't look anything like Natalie.

She would offer an apology and excuse herself, shaking her head at her own stupidity and desperation.

Once, when she had seen Dan, she had gone so far as to even hear him call out her name. She'd been having lunch with a friend from work, a nice girl whose name she could never remember, and she'd caught him walking out of the restaurant they were in. Excusing herself for a moment, Diana raced after the person who she was sure was her husband. They had paused a moment, he turning around to call out her name, and she having to take a moment to register what had just happened.

When she had finally managed to catch up to him, she was dealt her usual surprise as it was clear that the stranger wasn't Dan and once she thought about it, she knew that he had said, 'Delia' rather than her own name. Crushed, she returned to her friend, the rest of their lunch date made brief at Diana's request.

Every time it happened, Diana would always tell herself that it wouldn't happen again. She'd learned her lesson and it was time for her to grow up and stop chasing the past that she had willingly left in the first place. Even so, it always wound up happening again, it never failed. That spark of hope that always arose in her every time there might have been a chance was what made her turn around before and what was making her turn around at that very moment.

"Mom?"

The voice was faint but pleading. At first she hadn't even heard it, then dismissed it as being from someone else's child. Then she heard it again.

"Mom turn around."

Diana turned around almost nervously, so frightened of being let down like she had been every other time. Things were different though, she wasn't chasing anything. Here he was right behind her, not going anywhere.

"Hey Mom, long time no see."