After Wilhelmina returns from lunch she has Sydney follow Marc around. She keeps her close by. At the end of the day she waits for most of the offices to clear out. Sydney is sitting on the chaise reading a magazine.

"Mom. I'm bored. Can we go home now?"

"In a minute."

"What are we waiting on?"

"Why don't you go find Claire?"

"Where is she?"

"She's probably in her office. I have a few things to take care of, and then we can go."

"Ok," Sydney agrees.

Wilhelmina goes one way, and Sydney goes the other. Sydney quietly knocks on Claire's open office door. Claire looks up from her stack of proofs. She smiles upon seeing the girl in the doorway.

"Come in," she motions with her finger.

Sydney enters the office, and takes a seat across the desk from Claire.

"So have you decided whether or not you're staying?"

"I think that I'm going to stay."

"Good."

Sydney stares at the desk with a furrowed brow.

"Something on your mind?" Claire questions.

"What do you want me to call you?"

"What would you like to call me?"

Sydney shrugs.

Wilhelmina enters Daniel's office. He closes his laptop, and watches her as she takes a seat. She carefully situates herself in a seat across from him. She takes a breath, and crosses her legs at the ankles.

"Do you need something?"

"Yes," she nods.

"Ok. What?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I already know."

"You don't know the half of it."

"Wilhelmina why are you in here? I assume that you're in here to discuss something about Sydney."

"Yes."

"Why? Why are you discussing it with me?"

"Daniel I don't expect you to understand."

"I definitely don't. How do you keep your own kid a secret? How could you just ship her away for half of her life?"

"It's complicated."

"So explain it. Wait who am I kidding? You'd never explain it to me."

"Daniel I've never been the greatest parent, but I love her more than anything else in this world. I did what I thought was best for her. I was probably wrong, but it was my decision to make. I knew that it would be unfair to raise her alone, as much as I work."

"So why didn't you just tell her father?"

She ignores him, "I tried to raise her, but she liked the nanny more than she liked me. I decided that it would be best if I sent her to boarding school."

"What about her dad?"

"I didn't trust him to take care of her. I didn't trust him to be a constant part of her life. I thought that if I told him he wouldn't want her, and I could never live with myself if he felt that way."

"I'm sure that he wouldn't. She seems like a great kid."

"She's amazing."

"Why are you telling me all of this? You hate my guts, so why are you spilling yours?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What would you have done twelve years ago you had a kid. Do you really think that you were responsible enough for that, then?"

"No."

"I guess you just answered your own question."

"What?"

"Why I didn't tell him about her."

"What do you mean?"

"He was too young, too busy partying to care for a child."

"So why did you pick him in the first place?"

"I didn't pick him. I definitely didn't plan on getting pregnant, it just happened."

"So who is her father? Do I know him? Wait... why am I wasting my breath? You're not going to tell me."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes," he nods.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

"One hundred percent sure?"

"Yes," he repeats in irritation.

"Don't hate me for this," she begs.

"What?"

"Promise that you won't hate me for this."

He looks at her questioningly. "Since when have you ever cared how I feel about you? Why does it matter if I hate you?"

She ignores his question,"She'll be thirteen in June. I knew that I couldn't tell you. I knew how bad things would end up, or at least I thought I did. I should have told you. I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing to me? You should be apologizing to her father."

"I am."

"You are what?"

"Daniel why do you have to be such an idiot all the time?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Daniel it's you."

"What's me?"

"You're him."

"I'm who?"

"She's yours."

"She's my what?"

"Daniel you're her father, she's your daughter."

"I'm sorry. I think that I misunderstood."

"You didn't misunderstand. You're her father."

"That's not possible. We've never..."

"Yes we did."

"When?"

"In Sydney," she answers.

He thinks back. Suddenly a light bulb goes off in his head, "Of course."