"I'm not complaining," I said as I cut up another waffle. "But why did Matt splurge on this nicer motel?"

I got raised eyebrows in response.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you know what tomorrow is?" Simon asked me.

I shook my head, "It's a Tuesday isn't it?"

"What else?" Simon asked.

I shrugged.

"Oh my god," Tori rolled her eyes. "I cannot believe this. Matt made sure we all knew but you forgot."

I looked to Derek for help, what was I forgetting?

"What's tomorrows date?" Derek asked me.

I honestly didn't know off the top of my head so I tapped my phone screen to look. I nearly choked on my forkful of waffle. Tomorrow was my birthday.

"I think she remembers now," Kyle smiled.

"Please don't make a big deal out of it," I pleaded.

"Too late," Simon smiled.

Smiling, I sighed and shook my head, I was not the fan of being the center of attention and it looked like I was about to not have a choice.

I tried to divert the conversation from me while I could.

"Is anyone else done eating? I'm going to head back to the room."

Kyle said he would come back with me, the rest wanted to keep eating. Derek gave me an apologetic glance as I got up from my chair. He probably tried to talk them out of making tomorrow a big deal. I gave him a smile before Kyle and I walked our dishes to the dirty dish bin.

"We still need to tell Matt about Emma," Kyle said as soon as we exited the dining area.

"I don't-"

"Chloe he needs to know before she does something to one of us."

I stared down at the carpeting as we walked.

"Do you really think now is a good time? I don't think I've ever seen Matt drunk, especially in the morning."

Kyle swiped a card to unlock the door, "We'll see. Maybe he's one of those people that are more open to new ideas when they are drunk."

We stepped in. At first glance, one might think that no one was in the room and the television had just been left on. But Matt was on the floor in between the beds, cocooned in a blanket he pulled off of one of them. His eyes were fixed on the television, glass of whiskey in one hand, and his wallet in the other.

Kyle and I got on the bed to his right, watching him.

"How was breakfast?" Matt asked.

"Amazing," Kyle gushed.

"Matt why do you have your wallet out?" I tried to ask casually. "Did you order room service?"

I scooted further up the bed so I could see inside the wallet. In the ID slot was the picture of a young girl instead of his license.

"Who's that?" I asked.

Matt finished off his glass. Whoever she was, she had something to do with him being so down.

"Her name is Lydia," Matt said pouring himself another glass.

"Don't you think you've had enough? That bottles almost empty and its 11am."

Matt closed the wallet and let it fall from his hands.

"Who was she?" I asked, the picture looked old so I didn't think much of using 'was' at first.

"She is my daughter," Matt said softly. He turned so he was facing us and leaning against the opposite bed for support.

He said is. Kyle and I exchanged a look of surprise.

"You two don't talk anymore do you," Kyle spoke up after a minute of silence. "That's why we've never heard of her."

Matt shrugged.

"Why not give her a call? You obviously miss her."

"That picture was taken about…" he paused drunkenly thinking. "Ten years ago maybe."

"So? It doesn't matter how many years its been, I'd still love to talk to my dad if I could," I said.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kyle pull out his phone and text Simon that they shouldn't come up to the room for a while.

"I lost her in Washington," Matt's voice cracked like he might cry. He covered it up by taking a long drink.

"Lost her? But you said…"

The next thing he said broke my heart.

"She wanted to come on hunts so bad, I finally let her… I lost her to the vampires…"

The television was drowned out by the silence following Matt's confession. I had no idea what to say. That's why Matt answered me with 'its complicated.' Because he killed vampires for a living and his daughter was one of them. Matt probably thought it was his fault.

I finally broke the silence with, "I don't know what to say. Do you think we could find her?"

The question broke Matt out of his whiskey haze for a moment.

"No," he said sharply. "We do this job as quick as possible then we get the hell out of Washington. She would want nothing to do with me… just like her mother…"

"How do you know that she's still in Washington?" Kyle asked. "Or that-"

Kyle stopped himself from asking the second question but I had a feel I knew what it was. Or that she was even still alive.

I wondered why Matt took this job in Washington if he didn't want to be here but I wasn't about to ask that. Matt had drunkenly shared enough personal stuff. Right now was the time to help and comfort not pry for answers.