Wyatt's mother came back half an hour later and Wyatt took her home. Then he met Callie at the park, near a tree that, in a way, they adopted. They sit, their back's against the trunk, watching Faith run around with a few other kids.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Wyatt watches the wind shuffle Callie's hair and he has a flashback to their night at the beach. Callie's hair was just past her shoulders, flowing with the breeze. Her now longer hair is more disordered by the wind.

Callie attempts to flatten out her hair, annoyed that she didn't bring a rubber band. "I wanted to, but I was scared that you would walk away. Back then I didn't realize it..." Callie pauses, looking from Faith to Wyatt. "I understand now that it was my biggest fear, losing you."

Wyatt's previous thoughts are obscured as he considers that he might have been wrong. "Maybe I'm not irrelevant to her?" He thinks. "But you did lose me. You were the one who walked away."

"I don't mean physically lose you. You loved me and admired me. I didn't want to lose that." Callie gives up on her hair, cursing at the wind. "Plus, I wrote you a letter, explaining all the details of my past that you wanted to know. I describe the reasons for my leaving and apologized for not telling you.

Wyatt tucks a few disobedient strands of hair behind Callie's ear. He runs his thumb and index finger down Callie's jaw and she slightly tilts her head, relishing the long awaited touch.

"Mommy!" Faith yells.

Callie's eyes dart from Wyatt to Faith, motherly instinct kicking in, making sure that Faith is safe. Faith is holding up a pine cone, gazing up at it.

Callie smiles at her daughter. Wyatt observes the expression on Callie's face, noting a carefree side of Callie that he has never seen. It's as if some enormous load was lifted off of her shoulders when she crossed the state line, exiting California.

"Can I ask you something?" Wyatt's voice is calm, putting Callie at ease.

"Sure." Callie's eyes meet Wyatt's.

"What kept you so afraid and reserved before, when we used to date?" Wyatt's attentive gaze is burning through Callie, making her a little anxious.

Callie takes a deep breath, pushing the air into her lungs to prevent herself from passing out. "The system, I guess." She tries not to let the fear slip back into her mind.

"The foster care system?" Wyatt anticipates a more comprehensive explanation.

"I used to bounce from one home to the next every few months. I know that people say experiences make you less afraid, but the more I bounced around, the more afraid I became." Callie looks down at her hands, avoiding Wyatt's reaction.

Wyatt slides closer to Callie and holds out his hands. As if able to read Wyatt's mind, Callie takes his hands and raises to her feet. She sits in between his legs, her back against his chest. Wyatt envelops Callie with his arms, instilling a safety Callie craved.

Callie continues with her recollection. "With every new home, I lost something important - my ability to trust. With each bad experience and the bruises that reminded me of them, I lost myself little by little." A tear flows down Callie's cheek and she dabs at it with her hand, eventually placing her hand on Wyatt's arm. "When I left Anchor Beach, I intended to stay away at least until I turned eighteen. And the fear merely disappeared as I became certain that I am in charge of my own life. No more abusive foster parents or foster siblings that take advantage of you." Callie observes her daughter, happy, unaware of the harsh reality that Callie was exposed to at a young age. The corners of Callie's mouth turn up in a smile at the knowledge that Faith will have a better childhood than Callie had.

Faith notices her mom in the arms of a man she only met today. She runs to their side, pulling at Wyatt's arms and freeing Callie of the embrace.

Callie perceives her daughters doubts and tugs Faith onto her lap. Faith stares up at Callie, then at Wyatt. When Faith feels the warmth of Wyatt's gaze, she places her head to Callie's chest.

A calmness flows through Callie as she recognizes her daughter's approval of Wyatt. The three of them sit at the park until the sun vanishes, and a darkness overtakes the city.