Okay, yall. Here are the next three chapters. They're a little shorter, mainly because I don't like them. I feel like the story is kinda falling apart on me after chapter 4. Like before, tell me what you think. Maybe it's just me...or maybe I'm writing a really sucky story. :D
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I got your message.

The words had angered her even further, yet at the same time seemed to break her heart. So he had known about the baby the whole time…and still made the decision he had made. Why? Had it actually been necessary? Her head was bombarded with thoughts of doubt and wonder, trying to make sense of what was happening around her. Jack was alive. But he was dead, too. She had buried him, after all. She didn't understand. She was too angry to talk to him, yet she wanted answers. She thought for a moment, holding her now aching head. Who else had he seen today? Her mind shot back to that morning. The "head of field ops" upstairs. Bill. He had talked to Bill, and now she would do the same.

She ran a hand through her hair and wiped the mascara from her face, looking at her reflection in the grimy mirror. Her burgeoning stomach overwhelmed her figure, and for the first time in a while, Chloe found herself thinking about the child inside her. What would she do now? She hated Jack for what he had done…how could she let him near their child? How did she know that if she did he wouldn't disappear again? He hadn't done too great of a job with the daughter he had already…could she trust him to be a part of her baby's life? As if on cue, she felt the baby move inside her. Placing a hand on her abdomen, she walked out the door and headed to Bill's office.

He saw her as she walked though the door, his stomach tightening in a knot. He knew why she was here, and he didn't want to have this conversation. Rising to his feet, he greeted her and helped her to a seat across from his desk as he sat down again, propping tired feet on his desk in a purely casual manner.

"I guess you're wondering why I'm here…" She began, feigning a smile embarrassedly.

"Somewhat," He lied. "what's on your mind?"

"I was just wondering what Jack said to you this morning…if he gave any reason why he had disappeared."

Bill sat upright, leaned forward toward her. "Now Chloe, you know I can't tell you that. What he said to me was classified information. While you two may be close, I can't share with you what he told me. I'm sorry."

Chloe's forehead wrinkled in desperation and what looked to Bill like a hint of disgust. "Well did he say anything that wasn't classified? I kinda need to know something about what's going on here, you know." She snapped, motioning to her stomach. "I just want to know why he left like he did. No reasoning whatsoever. No 'goodbye', no 'screw off', no anything. He just faked dying in front of me one day so he could go do his own thing." Her voice broke, and she cleared her throat. "Bill, I'm not asking for a lot here. I just want to know why he did this so I can have a reason to hate him. Because right now, I don't know what to do."

Bill studied her face and saw the sincerity in her eyes, finally deciding what he had to do. He had to tell her the truth. "You shouldn't hate him, Chloe." He said finally, focusing his gaze on the stack of papers on his desk.

"Why shouldn't I?" She asked, her face marked with confusion.

"Because I'm the one that made him do it."

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