Our morning had started early. Around five, I think. Poppy woke us up being a fussy butt, so I rocked her back to sleep, which took about an hour. When I finally got back to the bedroom, Connor was awake and under the sheets. I'd crawled under, and we'd been cuddling for the past hour.

"Do we have to go?" I groaned, kissing up his neck.

"Annalise will kill me if I don't, and you have class." Connor smirked. "Even though I'd love to stay here with you."

I smiled and met my lips with his. He pulled me closer to him and sighed. "How did this happen?"

"Hm?" I furrowed my brows as I trailed my finger tips over his chest.

"We should be in jail...or dead...but instead we get to lay under these blankets together, with our baby in the next room...and do something good for the world." He said.

"You make us sound boring." I smiled lightly as I looked up at him.

He peered down at me. "If this is boring, then we should have signed up a long time ago..."

Then, the alarm went off. Connor groaned loudly. I giggled. "Alright, let's get going."

After class was over, I made my way back to Annalise's apartment with Poppy. Connor had told me all about the court hearing the photo. I was now staring at it intensely.

Then I heard, "Is there a photographer outside in the bushes? Should I flash him?" It was Connor. "Give him a little show?"

Nothing from Annalise.

"Well." I began. "The good news? I think I have a plan. We put you on the stand and you defend yourself."

"The minute I take the stand they're going to ask me about everything." Annalise stated. "Anything that makes me look like a crazy bitch."

"So it's about discrediting the photo, like I said." Connor said.

"We need money to find the people who set up the photo." Annalise sighed.

I chewed on my bottom lip. "I...may have a way to get that."

"Shut up." Annalise began walking.

"What?" Connor asked.

"I know someone willing to help us for free." She smiled, and went right out the door.

I peered over to a very sleepy Poppy. "You go. I'll stay here...text me if something happens."

"Okay." He kissed my cheek before walking out with Annalise.

With pursed lips I sat on the couch. I did have money. I did have a way to get money...from my dad. Both me and Paton had a hefty amount of cash in two separate bank accounts, and only he knew the password. It came from our mom when she died. I'd always wanted to get my hands on it in case something bad happened, in case me or Connor needed it, in case Poppy needed it...but that meant having a serious conversation with him. Damn.

I picked up my phone, snapped a picture of Poppy who was totally passed out, and sent the photo to him, with a message under it. 'can we talk?'

It took him only moments to respond. 'of course. where?'

I gulped. 'my apartment. in an hour.'

'ok. is something wrong?'

I didn't respond.

A MONTH BEFORE LEORAH BEGAN SCHOOL AT MIDDLETON

He sat up and walked over to the one sided window. He leaned against it. "I'm a monster."

Annalise blinked. "I'm not your therapist, Mr. King. I'm here to get you out of prison."

"I told them I didn't want to get out." He shouted, as he spun on his heels.

Bonnie almost flinched.

"I'm guilty, Ms. Keating. And I'm about to get out of prison...they say I've changed...but I'm all the same." He muttered to himself.

"Do you want me here, or what?" She sighed.

"Leave." He grumbled.

I'd given Poppy to Frank while my dad was at the apartment. It was taking him awhile, which only made me nervous. Then, there was the knock. My heart began racing again as I opened the door. He was on the other side.

It still hurts to see his face. His stubbled chin, and his now greying black hair. His eyes that matched mine. The way he dressed before he went off the deep end. It still hurts to see him.

I invited him in, though.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"I need to talk to you about something important." I stated as I shut and locked the door behind him.

"Shoot." He shoved his fists in his pockets.

"When mom died, both me and Paton got inheritance. I've never been able to get to it because...I didn't know the password." I took a deep breath. "I'd like to get to the money."

He nodded, and took out his phone. He typed something, and then my phone buzzed. I looked down. The password. My birthday.

I sighed. "Thank you..."

Suddenly, there was another knock at the door. I went to open it, and at the other end? Bonnie.

I swallowed. "What?"

"Can I come in?"

"No." I said nastily.

"Leo...please...we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." I spat. "Now, if you'd please-"

"Is everything okay?" My dad came up behind me.

Bonnie and him made eye contact, and she appeared to be pissed as hell. "Get out of her apartment."

He was silent.

"I don't want to say it again." She raised her voice. "Get out of her apartment, and while you're at it, stay away from her."

He cleared his throat. "I'll text you another time, Leorah." He scurried off.

"Bonnie, what the fuck?" I also began to get angry.

"Leorah, he hasn't changed." She explained slowly. "He said so himself when me and Annalise went to meet him."

"Meet him?" I raised a brow.

"We were hired to defend him, get him out of prison early...he said he didn't want out, because he hadn't changed...Leo you don't know what you're getting yourself into by letting him back into your life."

I swallowed the forming lump in my throat. "That's how you knew about me...why you made Annalise take me in..."

She sighed. "I didn't know how to tell you."

Then the tears came. "How can you be sure? Maybe he was just-"

"I spoke to his psychiatrist, Leorah. It wasn't a mental breakdown, they found out. He's a pedophile, Leo. He's psychotic, he always has been. He got tired of pretending when your mom died."