She's eating with me...I guess that's a start. Okay, well not necessarily with me but she let me cut her a piece of cake. I think she ate that and slammed the bedroom door and I haven't seen her since. I need to talk to her though. She needs to know about her father before someone else tells her or worse, the police call her. I wonder why they haven't called yet, I would think that they suspect us in foul play. I don't know...But I am sure that it has been a long day and if I prolong this any further it might be my last day...On Earth.

Trudging upstairs, I walk past the counter and realize that she didn't eat the piece and just left it there before storming up. I ignore it...Some things are more important. It isn't late but it's definitely not afternoon any more...The house is dark and when I enter our bedroom, it's the look in her eyes hat disturb me. They eerie glass that hovers over, the look as if she is no longer there...Numb inside. Her hair is wet...Her clothes are changed...She had a nightmare...

I feel bad, knowing how difficult it is for her to fall asleep and knowing...that she hasn't had a nightmare until today, the mention I bring up Ambrossi. She doesn't acknowledge me but I'm not completely stupid, I see the mints at her bedside, the ginger ale, the paleness...She isn't feeling too well.

I told her to calm down but she didn't listen and she knows what happens when she gets too upset, especially now. I go to sit down on my side but am halted when a figure moves beneath the covers and Izak's arm drapes around her, his head on my pillow as he clings to her. I forget how strong she is sometimes...What with the anger and the tears but as a mother, as tired as I know she is...As irritable as I know she is...She still takes the time to let Izak cling to her whether it be sleeping next to her, going where she goes or just cuddling...I could never question her ability as a mother.

But I do question her ability to remain calm with the news that I am about to release to her. Deciding not to sit too far away, I make the daring choice to sit on her side of the bed with my legs hanging over the side before making another bold decision, that being to embrace her for a moment, calm her down, calm myself down. Like I said, It's been a long day.

She stiffens against me and I pull away until I meet her eyes as she speaks.

"I know."

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I had woke up in a cold sweat. I was drenched and the last image in my memory was that of Rodrigo Ambrossi. I changed the sheets, took a shower and changed my clothes but...All I could see was his face. It's...it's burned in my mind...Each time I dream about him it's something different...Something sinister...Something evil...

Tonight made me swear to myself to stop watching Disney movies with Izak. Rumplestilskin made his way into my head in the form of Rodrigo Ambrossi and once again I could do nothing...In each of my dreams...I can do nothing but take what he is dealing out. I am helpless. I am weak. I am no longer myself.

And then I wake up and feel sooooo small...That's why I need Mode..Why I crave Mode...To remind myself of what I am capable of...Rather than what I have succumb to.

So where was I? Oh yes, the shower...After changing clothes I found Izak in my bed and I received a phone call from my father's lawyer asking me to post his bail...For killing Rumplestilskin. Apparently, Daniel knew because he said, I know you already know...No I didn't know...But now I do and because of his divorce, his assets are being tied up and he can't post his own bail...He asked me to do it for him...I told him to give me a couple hours and I'd see what I could do...His bail is 500,000 and apparently everybody has known about this occurrence except for me.

Everybody seems to be informed above me and I just always end up looking stupid, Today, with Sofia and today walking around the office with everyone knowing that my father was in jail for killing my secret attacker and I never mentioned it...I canceled the press conference for tomorrow...I wouldn't be able to do it. I rescheduled it for December 1st...I don't even know how he did it...

I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is afraid for my reaction but I'm no longer in the mood...I don't have the strength to fight...I just can't do it anymore...My health...My child..is more important than some petty argument...I will remain calm...I don't need to get upset...

"I need you to do something for me..."

He nods.

"Post my father's bail...it's 500 grand and it lets him out for two weeks until his trial the Saturday after Thanksgiving..."

"How'd you-"

"That's not important...Just...Just do it, please."

I don't have the strength to fight...I just can't do it anymore.

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Sofia Reyes is not a threat. I learned that being back for my first two weeks. It wasn't as bad as I anticipated.. The fools still cower and yesterday, Kathy ran away crying over a small joke about her love handles. God, I love being me!

I have also found a new way to deal with stress; ignore it.

My father has been calling me non-stop and I just...haven't picked up the phone...I don't need the burden. I know it is not healthy to put off your problems but if it leaves me with the happiness that I was just beginning to see than it's worth it...Even if it is soon to come flying back at me. I need the peace...And Daniel agrees...both of them...Dr. Smith tried to take me out of Mode as well and I refused, but on one condition: No drama. My other Daniel has now made it his personal endeavor to see to it that the condition is fulfilled...And I appreciate it.

We haven't spoken about that argument...We ignore it...Erase it. The next morning, we had a new house phone and the shattered glass that was Claire's ugly Christmas present to us was cleaned up and removed without a trace left behind...He's cleaning up everything for me...Even making sure that I don't have any meetings with Sofia and we're seeing if we can work out a trade with Conde Nast but I doubt they'll go for it. In the meantime, I know that there will come a day when I might have to settle the dust with her but I'm not rushing it...I'm fine being where I am; Ignoring her.

For the first time, Ignorance is bliss…

11 weeks pregnant and my clothes suffocate me. SUFFOCATE me. The only stress that Daniel and Daniel can't alleviate is my yearn for designer clothes in the same size I was before I began to swell like a hot air balloon. I'm huge! Every website says that I'm supposed to be this certain size and yet it seems like I'm double!

"How are you feeling?"

The seclusion of my home office is soon lost in the moment that he enters, a bowl of HEALTHY fruit within. He sets it down and sits half way on the edge of my desk in front of me and I minimize this damned whattoexpect webpage as if I was never here and sigh into my chair, looking sadly at that bowl.

If only strawberries were chocolate.

Cantaloupes were chocolate chips.

And pineapple...Sweet pineapple...were whip cream...

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I thought she would like it! A bowl of fruit...It's..healthy...I'm not insinuating anything, it's not like I'm trying to call her fat...She's beautiful...Especially now.

But I bet she doesn't believe me which is why I got her fruit! And now I know that I have probably just screwed up my life. But I soon forget about it when I realize what she's wearing. A maxi silhouette, finished with bold color blocking and snake-print details on the dolman sleeves that do little to take away from the V neckline and pleating bodice, right above the long gathered skirt that falls to her feet above, what I know to be heels. The main color is crème, the sleeves edged in black and a small hint of fuchsia that picks up in the inched waistband below her bust.

This is a daring choice for her...Daring indeed. I don't know if it's just me but she does look pregnant and she's obviously not trying to hide it...Oh yeah, the fruit thing...Hoe can I get out of this? She's staring at me now...Damn those eyes...Think, Daniel Think!

Before I can do anything she attempts to get out of chair and I extend my hand but she's determined to do it herself. She hates help with this kind of thing, especially since she was still able to do it when she was at this stage with Izak. I try and tell her that every pregnancy is different but does she listen? Hell no.

She makes it up eventually and when she stands she is my size and I roll my eyes...I thought I hid all of her 5 inch heels but obviously I missed a pair of Sergio Rossi's. They should be here any minute and I don't know if I should suggest that she change or not...Is this how she wants to tell them or is she going to change?

Within minutes, I see her again and she did change, but now I have another question. "Where is our baby?" Her stomach is completely flat and I'm stunned...shocked...CURIOUS...

She chuckles and turns around, showing me that she was not yet zipped. I approach dubiously to do the honors but am struck cold by the words of warning she utters beforehand. "I need you to zip me Daniel; this is ACTUAL rocket science...Concentrate because if you rip my dress I will kick you off of the island of Manhattan and you will be a castaway for the birth of your child."

I try and swallow but my mouth is too dry from being scared shitless. Carefully, I move her zipper up and it takes a tug with each movement. "Daniel..." She warns again and I gulp, almost there before I finish and clip the end. When she turns around, she's truly breathtaking...And un-breathing...She can't breathe, the dress is too tight...

It's a sultry and form-fitting, ensemble with black side panels and full white on the front and back including a jewel neckline, sleeveless and a bust seam. What? I used to be a fashion editor!

Her breath is staggered but she won't let me unzip it. She's not that size anymore and the bell rings…They're here! She runs around the bend as quick as she can in that choke hold and I open the door to find My mother, Alexis, Dr. Smith, Marc, Ariel, Betty and Matt all holding dishes and smiling faces.

"Happy Thanksgiving."

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I have to get out of this thing! I can't breathe! I can barely move, damn you Stella McCarthy! Okay, yes I need a bigger size and I am finally convinced but in the meantime can someone help me! It took me like 6 tries to get up the stairs because my legs can't even turn in this damn thing and now I have fallen back on my bed and I can't move...I can't move...Holy Crap, this is going to be a long day.

Before I know it, I hear him coming up the stairs and I thank God for his nimble fingers because as soon as they touch me, the zipper is open, I can breathe, I can move...Just putting this thing on was tiring...Now I'm exhausted!

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I love her so much...Truly I do, but she does crazy stuff sometimes, Like wearing a dress that she knows is two sizes too small for her and trying to ignore the fact that it doesn't fit. And now she lies back on the bed, arms at her sides and wrist in the sleeveless circle on that chokehold with her waist being the only thing still in its encompassment.

"Can't we just tell them to go home?"

"...It's our turn this year.."

"I don't care! This is stupid, family does nothing but eat your food and ask for money!"

The thing is...In between my laughs, I agree with her.

"Still...Cheer up, come on if you get ready I promise you one good jab at my mom..."

Her face lights up. "No interruption?"

"No interruption."

"Rated..."

"As vicious as you want...Just don't make her cry..."

"Ah! Too late!" She rushes away with a grin on her face as if she's going to brainstorm something to make fun of...But not before she returns to me, falling into my arms with her bounded hands and legs by her favorite fabric. Instinctively, my hands go to her back, holding her to me as she places little mini kisses on my lips and I return then with one final embrace of her lips and...We end up falling back on the bed and we laugh, but it soon dies on our lips with the realization that we won't be able to ignore the drama forever.

"Oh baby! Oh baby! Oh baby!" Yes, I'm a blubbering idiot, as I admitted before when it comes to my kid but can you blame me? So I like kissing her belly and saying Oh baby Sue me! She laughs at it and I seal our moment with a final peck on the lips and she pouts, knowing that she has to come downstairs eventually. "I love you.."

"Do not give me that face!" She is soooo sneaky! Pouting like that and giving me puppy dog eyes like I'm going to fall for it! And the thing is! The thing is...I just might.

"What do you want me to tell them, that you're sick or something?" She nods and I pull her up to stand before turning around. "You have twenty minutes."

"I don't like you."

She's such a child, and when she turns around I...kinda...

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He smacked me on the ass! That's what he did, and he thinks it's funny! I say I don't like you and he smacks my ass and says. "Oh…Baby…."

I married a perverted cornball.

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"Where's Wilhelmina?" Mom keeps probing me as the servers move in and out of the kitchen, the rest of us in the living room while we wait for Tyler and Amanda to show up and Wilhelmina to at least come downstairs.

"Uhhh She's getting ready..." I peer around the corner and I don't see her and when I turn back around, everyone is staring back at me, Marc included. "I'll...go check on the kitchen..."

"Why? It's not like she knows where to find it!"

Oh, the lovely relationship that my wife and mother share. Deep down, I know that they care for each other...It's just...way...way...way...deep down. I know that behind the jabs, the snarky comments and name calling...there is some...like... I know they don't love each other but...They like each other...They just won't admit it.

I leave them to their drinking binges and know that the only thing that they're thankful for this year is Wine and Scotch...

Entering this vast kitchen, she is ready and is wearing her first dress that she probably thought it was too casual but I guess she changed her mind...

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I look like I'm going to the beach! And I look fat!

Just something else to give ol' bag-a-bones something to joke about. Which is why I'm in the kitchen, overseeing these damn caterers who seem to be completely dense and incompetent...Trying to ignore stress...Not working. Now I have a headache and if the head Chef looks at me again with his cockeyes I might just have to take my rolling pin upside his head...Wait a minute...I have a rolling pin? Hmmm learning something about myself every day.

I see Daniel. He is probably trying to get me to go into the separate living room but I don't feel like socializing and answering questions. Marc will be quiet I know...And so will Dr. Smith but Betty hates me and Claire is a pain in the ass...

"Willie-"

"I'm not going out there right now..."

"No that's not it...your father is on his way..."

MY WHO IS ON HIS WHAT?

No one asked me! No one cleared it with me! No one talked to me! What the hell is this?

"I didn't invite him...Okay well I kind of did...He called and...He didn't have anywhere to go...Willie and he...he did something am-"

I don't want to hear it...I'm supposed to be ignoring stress not blatantly talking about it! I'm not ready to deal with what my father did. I'm not ready to process what my father did. I don't want to think about it...I don't want to see him...

"And you tell me this now?"

"I forgot to mention it...

And the doorbell rings...

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This isn't awkward...This isn't awkward at all...Just me and my sister...old assistant...her fiancée...An employee...his fiancée...My mother...My father-in-law...Sitting in silence...Totally not awkward.

No one speaks and I have no idea where Wilhelmina is. It's awkward but...Someone is going to have to speak eventually.

"So Marc..." Have I ever mentioned how much I love Betty? "How are the wedding plans going?"

"Oh...Uhhh Great...Yeah we almost pushed it back but...decided against it."

"Why?"

Marc's eyes dip into his Martini and her question is answered. He didn't expect Willie to make it...He was going to push back his wedding to mourn her...Did I mention how awkward this is?

"I'll be back..." I leave them for what seems like the umpteenth time and travel the stairs to see her atop of the covers flipping through the channels of our television in boredom.

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Thump..Boom...Thump...Boom...Thump...Boom...Thump...Boom...My heart...My head...When I close my eyes it worsens...When I open them, it intensifies...This is why I ignore stress...This is what it does to me.

That feeling of fear that if you move you feel like you might fall apart...I feel like I'm made of a tiny little pieces..emotions and all...If someone pushes me...I will break..If someone blows a wind...I will fall...But now, my plan has backlashed...This is the part that I tried to forget...The part where everything comes flying back at me. How long did I honestly think that I could ignore him? He's the Senator of this-Well he was removed last week by a vote in the House Of Representatives and him being replaced is pending his outcome...

It seems minimal but for someone who has attempted to take life in small doses...It's a lot to process, a lot to handle...a lot to take... Sometimes I wish that I was younger...It would make this whole pregnancy thing a lot easier...He doesn't get it...He doesn't get what I agreed to and how much it took out of me to do so...How much it's currently taking out of me to do so...What it takes to get up in the morning...To do simple tasks that now exhaust me...I'm doing this to see him smile...And maybe even out of guilt..Which is horrible I know, but somehow I feel like it makes up for what I did...Compensates it..Replaces it...I'm willing to go through this...to purge myself of infidelity...It's over I know. It'd done I know. He's dead I know...Bu it doesn't feel like that..The last time I slept with my husband was the conception of what I am planning to use to alleviate my guilt.

It's been nearly 3 months...He's dead I know...But his footprints still linger on the Earth..His deeds...They still affect me..His words, I remember them...And killing him helped me none because now I just see him...I think he's always behind me but I have to remind myself that the man is dead...He's not out to get me..But his spirit...That evil essence...Sometimes I feel it but I...Maybe I'm just crazy...imagining something...But one thing I am sure of...He's dead.

And his memory is alive.

And that...That does scare me...Because what he couldn't do, his memory can..It will haunt me...It will creep into my dreams...invade my thoughts...It will never leave.

I guess this is what traumatization is...Why those victims on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit are always shaking...They're attacker is still out there...Only mine has taken flight from the Earth and made my mind...his playground...

The only joy that comes from his death is knowing that he can't harm Izak or the child he tried to claim as his...That's my only consolation. The safety of my children for the exposure of my mind. Sacrifice... I knew there was a reason why I avoided it for most of my life.

Pills...I chuckle at his offering after seeing me lie up in this bed, numb from contemplation. He offers me an Advil probably suspecting a headache or a backache...What about heartache? I trust, Advil does not make a drug that strong.

I do take them however, to appease him but find myself thinking about my father as I do...How he used to drown his sorrows in prescription medication...Until I worked at Mode, I never even looked at a pill without the fear that his habit might be hereditary...Sure he got over it, but the memories still lay engrafted into my childhood.

Of course, my father has engrafted a lot of things into my head...Like murdering the man who caused me this grief...I don't thank him though...I don't smile either...I don't celebrate him taking a life because unfortunately it was to my detriment...My nightmares have become more vivid...The terrors more gruesome..As if it's payback for taking his life away...And I'm reaping the consequences...

My father has never done anything for me but I chalk that up to the the hurt that life has caused him...And that of course was me..Until I met Daniel..Sweet pasty Daniel...oblivious to the dark side of the world, only frayed by his mother's alcoholism...He never knew true pain...That's what I felt, until I got to know him...And found that he was just as damaged as I was...yet he didn't let that turn him into a boulder, hardened by life's inconsistencies...He brightens my outlook...And he makes the sun...just a tad bit brighter...The birds sing higher...and the flowers smell sweeter.

I never knew love like that.

And I hate myself for almost ruining it all...So much for ignoring the stress, huh?

I guess I should make an appearance...I can smell the food creeping it's scent upstairs and I suspect that the table has been set and I am holding everyone up...It is Thanksgiving after all...I should be Thankful...For at least being alive.

I do love my husband.

I love my son.

I love my...baby...God, that sounds weird...It takes time getting used to...

I love my job, somewhat...

I am thankful for them...But I could do without the negatives that I'd rather not think about.

But I'll stay on the positive side.

I was right. Dinner is ready and it's approaching the time that we should eat...So I let him lead me down the stairs only to peek over the banister and see that everyone is at the table and no one is looking up, all of them waiting anxiously in front of whitened China.

I hate that we're on opposite ends of the table, My father at my right and Claire at Daniel's left...Marc is to my left and Betty is to his right...followed by their fiancées, Alexis and two empty chairs...Always like Amanda and Tyler to be late...

"Nice of you to join us Wilhelmina..." I can tell by the snip in her voice that she's a little p'oed by my tardiness but guess what? This is my house...Deal with it you bleached bat.

"How unpleasant of you to be here as well Claire darling?"

"A quip for every pound huh Wilhelmina? What shall tonight's count for tonight be, 35?" Oh yeah, hint at my weight gain, very original. But I have to admit, it does piss me off a bit considering that it is solely due to her sons basketball head child growing within me. I look up to Daniel and he nods, allowing me my one good jab of the day...

"Claire..." I call out as the servers begin to set plates of Caesar salad before us.

"Hmm?"

"Your skin is so old and wrinkly that your cleavage looks like the grand canyon, in fact, each one of those liver spots could account for a minivan holding a family of four." GOD….that felt good.

Silence reins the table until everyone's phone vibrates either in their purse, their pocket or on the table. Simultaneously they are checked and simultaneously heads are lifted in Marc's direction when he reveals the sent message to be SNAP! and the chuckled set in, all but my father who I have been avoiding eye contact with for the past five minutes.

Dinner is quiet, unlike previous years...But of course Tyler and Amanda are missing, the usual life's of the party. They bring the humor, the lewd and the outrageous..Well that is mostly Amanda but still..I have come to care for the young girl...She is funny...in her own way and I respect that..Even if she does sometimes have the IQ of an acorn...Sometimes that's the best humor you can find.

Each course comes quicker and I try not to eat too much but I don't know if I can help it..My morning-night-noon sickness has finally begun to subside and I...I'm…I'm hungry dammit! No one cares when I finish the salad, or the hor'derves but the second I go for the main course people act like I have never eaten before. Out the corner of my eye, I can see Daniel chuckling as if my sudden appetite is an inside joke but I am quite offended...No one cares when Betty clears her plate, so leave me alone!

By the end of this meal, I am stuffed and I try not to make it too obvious, this obvious protrusion but I...I can barely move...It has been years since I ate like that and it will probably be even longer before I do so again.

I quite enjoyed myself though, the night is near it's end and Betty hasn't even made me want to hit her! It was almost a good time until Claire asks Daniel to talk and my father jumps out of his seat with an objection..

"Dad..." I warn subtly and he ignores it, only now turning to me. "We should all talk...All four of us.."

My short exchange of glances with Daniel makes me attempt to stand up but decide to wait as my father passes me with Claire mysteriously and Daniel pulls me out of my chair with my utmost gratitude.

"Greedy..." His whispers and I pinch his side, rolling my eyes before feeling closed in as Daniel closes the door behind us.

"What is this about?" He asks, laughing a bit at how top-secret it feels.

I take a seat at my desk and immediately realize that the webpage that I had open before is still open. I'm trying to close it by typing in my password but then my father stops me, clearing his throat.

"Wilhelmina, are you listening to me?"

"No, she's playing on the computer..."

Finished! I minimize the page. "Shut up Claire."

"We need to speak..." Just like the Senator..always trying to control something.

"It's about what happened..." Claire chimes in, which makes me suspicious...What could she possibly have to do with what happened..

"What are you talking about?" Daniel questions, standing beside me as Claire and my father stand too close for my own comfort.

"What the hell is going on here?" I'm getting suspicious...I know that look in his eyes...He's done something and he knows that it won't have any benefits...He's been hiding something..Maybe it's why he's been trying to contact me so much lately.

"My trial is in a week...I'm going to plead guilty.."

"Charl-

"I said that I am going to plead guilty..."

They sound like a bickering couple...a bickering couple that knows something that we don't and it has me itching to find out what it is...

"What the hell...Is going on?" Now everyone is looking at me...They know that tone...They know what it means...They know that I am getting impatient and If someone doesn't tell me what the hell is going on right now I am going to start beheading people. Hmphmh...Pregnancy does not help with Patience problems.

"I was on my way to a meeting a couple weeks ago and it wasn't a long distance so I decided to walk…But then it looked like it was going to rain so I tried to hail a cab and no one was stopping...Well Claire did stop, she saw me and offered me a ride...I told her where to go and we were almost there when..."

"I killed Rodrigo Ambrossi..." Claire blurts out...And my heart skips a beat.

"Claire!"

"No Charles...I was drunk...I had a couple of glasses of wine that morning and when he got in the car, he didn't know...I didn't even see him until I felt the thud against the bumper and we both got out and saw that it was him...Charles checked for his pulse but he…he was gone..."

"I told her to run...I made her run and when the police came, all they saw was me bloodied and hovering over the dead body of my daughter's enemy...I told them that I had borrowed Claire's car...I just took the fall, I didn't want to put her through-"

"So you didn't mean to kill him?" I question. So it was fate? It was one twisted unfortunate accident that led to the death of someone who had it in his mind to hurt me.

"I didn't..."

"I did..." And that's when it sets in...Claire killed Rodrigo...She was drunk well before noon and ran him down in broad daylight...My father took the fall...My father covered for her...My father became who I used to know him to be...A chivalrous man...A kind man...Someone I could admire...Even for such an act like this.

"What are we going to do?" I don't want my father in jail for something he didn't do just when he finally earned the freedom from beneath Lisa's ass...But as much as I dislike Claire...I don't want her raggedy bones in a jail cell either...But someone has to pay...Someone has to take the fall...Someone has to be charged with the murder of Rodrigo Ambrossi.

"What do you mean, what are we going to do? The trial is next week..." Daniel offers softly but it didn't sit well with me. I felt as if he was suggesting that I let my father rot in prison after learning this new batch of evidence. Sure, 20 minutes ago I could care less but...I had an epiphany...My father is a good man...My father is a decent guy...I wasn't with him in my life..I don't want to lose him just when I feel like I'm getting him back..however, it seems like that's what Daniel wants..For him to go to prison to save his mother's drunken ass.

"The trial is next week…The trial for an innocent man Daniel.." My retort is angry...Not at Claire, nor at my father but at Daniel for suggesting such a thing.

"He is willing to take the fall..."

"What so your mother can't pay for what she did?"

"If anything, It was a gift after what he did to you!" Really Daniel? Throw my assault in my face...Make it seem like I should thank your mother for getting drunk and running down my rapist rather than fight for my own father's freedom?

"What did he do to you?" Claire asks, in the dark...I could tell...She could tell…We weren't talking about the lawsuit...

"Look, we don't need you two to get involved...This is between the two of us." Still trying to control things Senator...

"The hell it is! You're my father..."

"For 5 minutes..." Now he wants to get bitchy with me when it comes to his mother? What does he expect me to do? Just turn my back on my father? He's innocent and did his drunken boney ass mother a courtesy that could cost him his freedom

"Your mother made 10 am, happy hour! My father is not the one at fault here, Meade!" Yes, Meade...He wants to talk like we're suddenly strangers? Get defensive about his family...Two people can play that game..

"We're standing right here!" The Senator shouts, as if to call our attention but we're lost in our own anger, our own frustrations, our own emotions...

"Marc, what's wrong?" Hearing his name, my eyes divert from Daniel's and to that of the door, seeing Marc's eyes red with his blackberry pressed to his cheek, trying to suppress something..I'm just not sure what it is..

His fractured statement has us out of our seats and to the coatrack in mere seconds. "Mandy...hospital...baby..." And his tears...informs us that there is no positive to this news...

In the midst of an argument...It all switches... Within an instant, we're back at each other's throats bickering over which one of our parents gets to keep their freedom. It's sad how quickly things change...How quickly events turn...How quickly we forgot to work together, and immediately thought to dual each other.

This is the part...When it all comes flying back in my face.

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Srry..tried to post a while ago but the site would not let me due to a minor infraction :(