Chapter 1

Slowly I sat up in bed yawning, pulled the blankets off, and stood up. Listening to Max's breathing I walked over to her bed. "Max, wake up Max." Lightly I moved a piece of hair out of her eyes.

"Mm, what is it Iggy?" she mumbled, a small smile flashed across my face.

"Max get out of bed." I growled pulling the blankets off her.

"No…" she whined pulling at them.

"I'll bake you cookies later!" I teased

She shot upright in bed, "Okay!" I laughed.

"Come one I'm gonna make breakfast, you should help me get the table set." I stood up.

"Race ya to the kitchen!" she called as she ran out the door. We raced through the house, and made it to the door at the same time. We pushed and shoved each other until Max tripped me and sent me falling backwards. Luckily, I had ahold of Max's arm and she landed on top of me laughing her lungs out.

We get quiet and by her breathing I can tell she's leaning over my face. She sits up and by the silence I know she's thinking, about him it's always about him.

"I'm sorry" I murmur attempting to crawl out from underneath her. She stands up and drags herself to set the table. I start breakfast; eggs and bacon.

The oil in the pan sizzling I pull the bacon out with my tongs and set it on the paper towel that is resting on the plate. I put the massive amount of scrambled eggs in a bowl. Max's hand went straight for the bacon. I slapped it away, and while I was laughing, she pouted.

"Bad Maxie" I teased.

"But Igs I'm hungry" she whined.

"Wait they're hot, burn Maxie's fingers" I taunted.

"Owie" she said in an, I'm Angel at age 3 voice.

I laughed and she giggled, I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Love ya Max"

"Love ya too Igs" she said half not paying attention pouring orange juice for the both of us. Max drank her orange juice as she pulled out the calendar. I winced I had already checked it.

She fell to the floor, "Max!" I dropped to the floor and cradled her in my arms. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I hated that he did this to her. I slowly picked her up and set her on the counter. "Max…."

"Well, you need food so" I started sleep feeding her; I used to do the same when she was in her coma. After her plate was clean I sat her in my lap, half curled up in my chest as I ate my breakfast.

I glanced across the room at the side table. Photos of times when Max was happy, we the flock was happy; Total's wedding, and Max baking cookies with her mom, smiling pictures with love in them. She did this every day so I knew it was going to happen. In exactly a day we'll leave for the U.S. and the cliff.