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Another old document I found on my computer. Mentions of Noah/Heather, but will be eventual Alejandro/Heather.

Sorry if there's /i or i or /i or something like that, I'm not sure if I deleted all of those. I had them in there for DA in Word, but not sure if I got rid of them all.

"It's been forever since I saw you!" Sierra squealed as she embraced me in a tight hug.

Correction: It had been a year, if that.

"Sierra," I breathed out, "I can't breathe."

She let go, "Sorry Heather, I'm just so excited to see one of my best friends."

Best friends? She was more or less my only friend since everyone hated me.

I looked around at the waiting area of the airport gate; I had to admit that I felt so out of place standing right in the middle of the room—if you want to call it that—while everyone around us busily rushed from one place to another.

During my phased out trance, I hadn't noticed Sierra had gotten on her knees to come face to face with Liam.

Liam was my five-year-old son. Noah was his father.

Everything was fine before that freak accident.

You see Noah was a doctor. A family of a patient's was able to bring the hostile woman into the hospital but she refused to go along with him to the psychiatric ward. And before security could get there, she had been able to find some surgical tools and stab him in the wrong place—one of his vital organs.

It was quick and unexpected. He died later that night. Unfortunately because of hospital regulations, Liam wasn't allowed in with me when I spent the last moments with Noah that I could. This caused Liam to believe that Noah was going to come home.

I thought that traveling would get Liam's mind to not be traumatized by the event; after all, Noah and I had made sure we got a great life insurance plan early in our marriage.

But first things first, we had to get Noah's funeral out of the way. His parent's lived nearby Sierra and Cody's house—yes, Cody married Sierra and they even had a son together, Cody Jr., named after that weird bird back on Easter Island, or maybe not.

"How are you doing Liam?" Sierra asked Liam as she kneeled in front of him.

Liam looked up at me with his grey eyes that matched mine, but I could barely see them under his messy dark brown hair, "Mommy, where's Daddy?"

"He's not here, baby," I ran my hand through his hair and pushed it out of his eyes. He shook his head to get his hair back in place.

"When's he coming home?"

Sierra looked up at me; she had a confused look on her face.

I mouthed to her, "He doesn't realize."

She sprung back up to her feet, "We'd better get going."

I nodded, pulling my duffle bag up onto my shoulder and grabbing my suitcase. Liam grabbed his small suitcase and followed after Sierra.

After we picked up the rest our luggage (We weren't going home after this trip.), we made our way to Sierra's car. Sierra was, of course, driving and I sat in the passenger seat while Liam was in the back seat.

"Mommy," I heard him squeak, "When will I see Daddy?"

My expression dropped. I had no idea what to say; I pretended not to hear him.

"When will I see Daddy?"

I couldn't even face him and tell him the truth, "We'll talk about this later, Liam."

The rest of the car ride was just awkward because I knew that Liam was staring at me, waiting for an answer.

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