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I hate the subway. It's awkward and smelly and just plain scary. Today of all days it has to be packed like a can of sardines. On top of that, I have to be one of those patrons who has to stand. The train rattles as it moves along the tracks and I'm bumping into the people all around me and vice versa. Ugh, I can't wait to get off of here and figure out where the hell it is that I'm going to go when I am free of this death trap.

While I stand waiting for the subway carts to arrive, I counted the money that I had previously stashed into my bra. All I have is one hundred dollars. Where do I start with this? I suppose it could be worse. The bright side is that others started with nothing and became everything. That's what I need to focus on.

Gosh, it's hot. This body heat isn't working for me. I bring my hand up and brush back a curl that has fallen from my messy bun. Something scrapes my skin in the process, ow. I bring my hand back down and see the oval diamond surrounded by a gold band on my ring finger. I did forget something; My ring. I could sale it, I can get a good chunk of change out of this sucker. Ugh, I can't look at it anymore. To many memories of the good times but the bad times are more potent. I slip it off my finger and stuff it into my jean pocket.

I jolt forward, slamming into a strangers back. I murmur a quick apology as I jostle to get out. Once I'm free, I gulp down the sweet, sweet air. Well, not sweet but better than what was in that grave.

The whimpers and calls for 'mommy' breakthrough my trance. I see a little girl furiously searching for her 'mommy.' She can't be over three years old. She has on the most adorable pink sun dress and matching sandals. She's holding what looks like a stuffed animal...I can't really tell from the distance. Once I see the tears running down the child's face, I go to her.

"Hey," I soothe, kneeling down so I'm eye level with her. "Where are your parents?"

"I don't know," she whimpers. It breaks my heart. "My mommy was here...but now she's gone."

"I'll help you find your mommy, she is probably looking for you too." I wrap my arms around her tiny body and settle her on my hip. "What's your name, sweetie?"

She clutches— what I now know to be a penguin— to her chest. "Haley."

"Well, Haley, that's a very cute penguin you have there. Does it have a name?"

She nods and her brown eyes sparkle. "This is Cuddles. My daddy gave him to me."

"Your daddy really loves you since he gave you such a special penguin." My smile is almost as bright as her eyes. Just then I see a woman running towards us wearing ridiculous heels for the city.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much for finding her!" The petite woman exclaims as she comes to a stop. "I was so worried, Haley," she reclaims her daughter and they embrace one another in a tight hug.

I just stand there, watching them reunite. I don't know whether I should go...or what. But 'mommy' gives me an answer to my awkwardness.

"Thank you so much, I don't know what I would do if it was someone other than you who had found her," she exhales with relief.

I'm not sure what she means, do I not look like a kidnapper? Frankly, I'm glad I don't but still...woman, anyone can be all kinds of things. Don't judge a book by its cover.

"It's no problem, I'm happy to help."

She sets Haley back on her own feet but holds her tiny hand. "How can I repay you? You can join us for lunch?"

Why would this woman want to take me to lunch? Yeah, I kept her daughter safe for a few seconds but right now she's draped in Chanel and I'm in torn jeans and dirty chucks. I'm glowing with sticky sweat while she's scrubbed and manicured.

I start to protest but Haley looks up at me with her big brown eyes that tear right through my soul, and I agree. Staring into Haley's deep brown allures trigger the memory of someone I wish I wasn't remembering right now. I shake my head and smile the best smile I have and go have lunch with these people.

"I'm Nicole, by the way." The 'mommy' says as our waiter walks away.

The restaurant has a nice, cozy atmosphere. I wouldn't suggest dining here for lunch, it's more of a night out on the town sort of thing.

"I'm Miley."

"What kind of name is that?"

"Haley!" Nicole scolds making the small girl's head fall.

I shake my head, amused. "It's fine, I get that all the time."

"I think it's pretty," Haley murmurs, gazing at me through her long lashes. I can't shake the memory that comes up when I look at her. It's chilling.

"Thank you, but your name is way prettier than mine," I muse. My smile widens watching her shyness take over her naturally rosy cheeks.

"So Miley," Nicole interrupts. She's reading through her menu as if it's a strain. "Where are you from?"

I decide to tell her about my previous residence with Liam instead of my actual 'where are you from' answer. But of course I leave out the thrown objects and screaming.

"Oh, I could never leave my husband," she states, throwing her nose into the air. I'm guessing it's not the one she was born with.

"It's complicated. I don't have kids like you do so I figured it wasn't worth salvaging," I try explaining my situation but the truth is even if I had kids I would have still left. I wouldn't want my kids to endure this or watch their mother take it on.

She closes her menu and taps her manicured nails on the table. "Well, Miley, I like you anyway. It most have been horrible if he lets you go around dressed like...," her eyes scan my appearance with her features twisted in horror. "And you only have one messily bag, that can't possibly be enough. Where are you going?"

Should I really tell this woman who has torn apart everything that I have, that I'm currently homeless and have no plans of staying anywhere? It is the moral thing not to lie and old Miley wouldn't take crap from anyone, no matter what. So yes, yes I can.

"Um, I don't have a place to stay at the moment...," my voice trails off as Nicole claps her hands and beams at me. "This is great, you can stay with my family. We have more than enough room."

I start to shake my head but she interrupts me again. "Please, it's the least I can do." Her puppy dog eyes don't have the effect Haley's does but It does sound like a good offer.

I start to consider my options. Be homeless until I can find a place or a job, and who knows how long that will take. Or go live with this woman that I just met and her family.

"Okay, but I'll only be there until I can get a place of my own." Yes, I'm really going to do this. How bad can it really be?

"Yay!" Nicole claps her dainty hands, "It's going to be so much fun having a woman my age around. We can go shopping, you need it."

I roll my eyes but grin anyway. I glance over at Haley who is smiling back at me. She seems to be the only bright side to this.

Here we are, back on the subway, but at least I get a seat this time. I watch Haley in amusement as she plays with Cuddles. It reminds me of the penguin my high school boyfriend gave me because I was so against teddy bears. I mean, they are such a cliché, who doesn't have a brown teddy bear? So, he went out and bought me a penguin, I loved that thing. But now it's probably already decayed in a waste land.

Wow, Haley has reminded me of him a lot today, crazy. I haven't thought about him in a long time. He was all that was on my mind during my first year at NYU. I was heart broken after our relationship ended..I really believed he was the one. See how well that worked out? But then Liam swooped in and all was saved. Now here I am moving in with a stranger after leaving my ass-hole of a husband and I don't even have an education to my name. They'd all be proud of me. At least my sarcasm is stronger than ever.

"So where do you live?" I ask. If I was going to live with these people then I needed to get a plan ready.

"Jersey City, only minutes away. My husband comes here for his job and me and Haley shop."

I furrow my brow in confusion, "but don't you get double taxed? Wouldn't it make more sense to just move up here?"

"That's what my husband says but I love my house and my family is in Jersey, I can't leave. It's his job." She seems to become more aggravated as the topic goes on. Seems like her and her husband have discussed this numerous times.

We get off the subway a few minutes later. Nicole asks me to hold Haley's hand and I gladly comply.

"Miley, I can't wait to show you my room and my toys. Now, I have someone to play with!" The little girl bounces with excitement making her brown curls sway. Her hair is the same light brown color as her mothers but Haley has little waves running down her back. Her hair reminds me more of a teens than a toddlers.

"That sounds fun. Do have brothers or sisters?"

She shakes her head no. "My dad plays with me when he has time...but he's busy," her head bows and her lip is pouting.

This little girl is so cute, I feel sorry for her. Her parents sound like those rich snooty high society people that care about money and their jobs.

"Well, Haley, I'll be happy to play with you whenever you want."

Nicole, who is ahead of us, talking on her cell, turns and walks up some steps. The houses look all the same and align the side walk. I walk up the steps with Haley. The inside is breathtaking, not what you would expect from the outside. Despite my impression of these parents, it actually feels 'homey' in here.

When you walk in there is a flight of stairs to the right and long hall directly in front of you. To the left is an arch way that leads into the living and all the way down the hall is the kitchen.

"All the bedrooms are upstairs. Right now the master bathroom is being renovated so there is only one bathroom for all of us," Nicole explains.

I nod, "That's fine."

"My husband doesn't get home until around dinner time. Sometimes earlier, sometimes later. It really depends on the work day."

We all walk into the kitchen and I sit around the island. "Here let me take this," Nicole takes my bag and disappears down the hall.

"So, do you know of any jobs around here that I could get?"

"Why do you need a job?" She asks, coming back into the kitchen.

My brows furrow. "To make money so I can get out of your hair," I say as if it's the most obvious thing.

"You don't need a job, but if you want one go ahead. I don't work, you should try it."

I shake my head, I haven't worked for to long. Is this a housewife? Would I have turned out like Nicole if I stayed? I wonder if her husband is anything like Liam. If he is then I feel sorry for her and Haley.

"What do you do all day since you don't work?"

"Shop or hang out with friends while Haley is at her dance lessons."

"You don't clean or cook or.."

"Oh no, we have a house keeper who does all of that during the weekdays."

I take all of this in. I cleaned all day, everyday and slaved over a hot stove for nothing. I wonder what her husband thinks about her, he obviously loves her since they're married. I imagine him as an older man though, I mean, Nicole does come across that way.

The day is creeping upon me and my bones start to sag as I sit there. "I think I'll go take a shower now," I move to stand up.

"Do you have any pajamas?" Nicole asks.

I actually didn't pack any. Who thinks about sleep wear when they're running away?

"I always lay out my night wear in the bathroom every morning so you can have the ones in there."

I may be thinking negatively of Nicole, but she's a nice person. She's letting a stranger into her home without having them pay rent or anything.

I smile, "Thanks for this, Nicole." Then I turn and go upstairs.

It doesn't take long to find the bathroom. The guest bedroom and the master are along the same hall with the bathroom. I'm not sure where Haley's bedroom is, I'm guessing down the other hall.

The bathroom is more than a bathroom. The shower is a huge square in the corner with a million shower heads. There's a bathtub up against the wall, with two steps leading up to it. There's also a small flat screen on the wall facing the tub. Whoa. The vanity stretches across the whole other side of the room. Three sinks are built in. I don't see a toilet but there is a door, so I'm going to guess it's in there.

I strip and step into the shower. It takes awhile to figure out how to turn on the water and when I do I have to figure out how I want the water to run, which is complicated. I decide to use Nicole's shampoo and body wash, it smells delicious.

I lather the the pomegranate scented shampoo through my hair, hoping it will wash away my worries but it only makes them stronger. I imagine Liam coming home to no dinner and no 'errant' wife standing there waiting for him to unleash his wrath upon. Will he come looking for me or will he not care at all? Maybe he'll want the ring back, I don't know. But he'll never find me, I hope.

Ugh, why did this have to happen to me? I run my face under the veil of water and let my tears mix in with it. This isn't who I am, and I can't believe I was stupid enough to become this woman. But it's all going to change. Right now I have a roof over my head and nothing to lose.

I don't know how long I've been in here but my finger tips are pruney. I step out and grab the towel that is hanging on the rack. I go over to counter of sinks and find Nicole's night wear. Silk shorts in the color of peach and a white silk cami. Looks more like lingerie to me and I'm uncomfortable wearing it. But I'll suck it up, not much I can do about it now. I leave my hair down in it's damp waves then dump my clothes into the waste basket by the door.

I walk down stairs and here muffled voices talking. I hear a man and suck in a deep breath. Here it goes, meeting a man for the first time in his wife's silk.

I walk around the corner and here Nicole say: "Here she is."

I smile at her then turn to the man. I can't believe who is standing right in front of me. The look on his face tells me he is thinking the same thing.

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