(Flashback)

"Bum. Bum. Bum" A knock on the front door. He turns his head in the direction the noise is coming from but doesn't move. He seems tense. Whoever is at the door is making him nervous. Another knock.

"Police. Please open the door." He sighs as if he knows what is going to happen. He puts a fake smile on his face and turns in the other direction.

"Sweetheart. Could you go to your room?" He says in his sweetest voice and kneels in front of his daughter. Her eyes have this sparkle in it, just like her mom had. She is so much like her mother.

"Daddy. Who is at the door?" She asks with her cute childish voice.

"Just some people who want to talk to me. I love you. Now go upstairs." He kisses the top of her head and then she runs upstairs. The third knock on the door.

"Sir. Open the door." He sighs again. His eyes look around the room and suddenly stop. His attention on the pictures on the wall. His family, his daughter, his wife. Everything he lost and everything he will lose.

"I'm coming." He says loudly and walks to the door. With his hand on the door knob he takes a deep breath before he opens the door.

"Jeffrey White?" One of the police men asks after he looks up from the paper in his hands.

"Yes." His heart beats faster. He is nervous. But his hands aren't shaking.

"You are arrested on suspicion of murder." He then says. "You have to come with us." He doesn't seem shocked and doesn't want to run away. But there is one thing, one person he cares too much about to run away. He is grown up and has to stand up for his own faults. Even if it means to leave the people you love the most.

"Wait. I have to get my daughter."

"Can't someone take care of her?"

"No. We are alone." The police man sighs and puts his hands on his hips.

"Ok. But hurry up."

Jeffrey White runs up the stairs to find his daughter sitting at the end of the stairs. A sad expression on her face.

"Daddy. Where are you going?" It breaks his heard. Where are YOU going... His little girl always knows when something is up. She is just too clever for this world. Just too clever to handle it all. He can't leave her. But he knows he has to. It's just too hard.

"Daddy has done some bad and stupid things. But it will be fine." He fakes a smile and takes the small hand of his daughter into his. A squeeze is definitely not the best thing to calm her but the only thing he can do.

A little girl is sitting on a chair in an empty hall way. Some people walking by here and then. She is looking at the ground while her feet are swinging above the ground like on a swing. Her elbows rest in her lap. And her head lays heavy in her hands. Nobody really cares about her right now. She doesn't know what to do. She has been told to stay here and wait. And she waits... for too long. With the back of her hand she wipes a few tears away that started rolling down her slightly pink cheeks.

Then suddenly she notices a shadow in front of her and her head shots up.

"Are you Olivia?" A woman asks. She doesn't know her and her typical gray office outfit. The girl, she nods looking down again. "I'm here for you, you know." She ignores what the lady says.

"Where's my daddy?" She quietly asks and the lady sighs.

"He's in jail." The little girl slowly lifts her head up again and looks directly in the lady's eyes.

"Can I see him?" There glows a small spark in her eyes. It's so small you can't really see it. But it means the whole world to her to see her father again.

"I'm sorry. Not now." The lady pauses for a brief moment. It also isn't easy for her. Seeing sad children isn't her dream job. She just wants to help children. "But your grandma is here. You are going to live with her." Just in that moment an old woman stands behind the lady.

"Olivia? It's nice to meet you. I'm your grandma." The lady says nicely. It's the first time they meet each other. Olivia didn't know that she has a grandma. She didn't know that she has more family. She just knows that she has a mom who is dead and a father who is in jail. And the woman who she sees for the first time is her grandma. It's a lot to take in for such a young little girl.

"I'll give you two some time and tell me when you go, ok? I have a home for her for the night."

"A home for the night?" Olivia asks shocked and looks at both of them.

"So you have time for yourself to think about all this before you have to start a new live." The lady answers.

"It's just for your best." Her gram adds.

"But I don't want to. If it is ok I would like to stay with my grandma."

"Yes. Of course." Her grandma smiles at her, happy that she said that. It is still a mystery to her how she could lose the contact to her son. She didn't know her son married and had a daughter. She didn't know she had a granddaughter. And if she had known that his wife died she would have been there for him and help him through it. She loves her son. He is her only child. She always was proud of him – the best kid in school and always said no to violence. That's more than a mother could ask for. But all she can do now is take care of her granddaughter and get to know her.

"Can we go?" Little Olivia asks and interrupts the thoughts of her gram.

"Sure." Her grandma smiles and holds her hand out for Olivia who takes it with a small smile on her face.

I know it's been a while. Sorry for that. But I will try to update as fast as possible.

I hope you like it.

~JustMeWritingStuff