For josiegrace and blu3crush. Thanks for pushing me to continue!

I wake up confused and alone. My first thought is Hannah Marie! Terror races through my body until I realize that she's at Nick's. Nick. I groan. I have a hell of a hangover, and last night barely helped. How is it that in trying to fix a situation I end up in bed with Greg Sanders? I feel like a total slut. In a way, i am. What kind of mother doesn't know who the father of her child is? This is a mess. I don't want Hannah Marie to have a childhood that haunts her, like mine does. I'm no better than my mother. At least i haven't killed anyone. Yet. I think back to one of my foster homes, 3 years after my father died.

"Sara, what are you doing?" I look up from my book on DNA.

"I want to know if there is a murder gene." My foster mother sighs. She's one of the bad ones, who only fosters us for the money.

"There is. Your going to end up just like your mother, Sidle. And if, god forbid, you ever have kids, they'll be screwed up too." I try to prevent the tears from coming, but they do anyway.

But Hannah Marie is nothing like I was. She's charming, beautiful, funny, like a mini Greg. Is he the father? But what about her obsession with horses and cowgirls? That's all Nick. My head hurts from thinking about it. Wait, where is Greg? I get out of bed, throwing on a robe. I notice a bright blue post-it on the mirror.

Sara,

We need to stop this. I have feelings. You can't keep playing with me. It's not fair to either of us. Apparently, trying to "work it out" doesn't help either. I just wake up in your bed. I'm done. I want you out of life. And as much as it hurts, Hannah Marie too. The only thing I want from you is a paternity test. So I can really, honestly, get you both out of my life. Forever.

Greg

I try not to cry, but can't stop the avalanche of tears. No point in trying to fix things now. Everything is so screwed up no one can even try to fix it. I angrily wipe my eyes, grab my phone and call Nick.

"Stokes."

"Hey, Nick, it's Sara. How is she?"

"Asleep. She was exhausted." He sounds so happy. How can I tell him Hannah Marie might not be his?

"Alright, mind dropping her off? You have my car."

"See you in 15." I sit down at my desk and pull out my laptop, trying to figure out where to get a paternity test. The lab! Of course, if anyone heard, I would be dead. I trust Mia enough to know she won't tell. All I need to know is who she shares epithelials with. It seem so simple. And maybe it would be, if it was some case. But it's not. Those results will change 4 lives. Forever.