Lily's POV:

"So, according to Woody, his brother is a junkie," Nigel said. He sat on the corner of my desk relaying the story Woody told him this afternoon. I sat with my head in my hands trying desperately to figure out exactly what Jordan had gotten herself into this time. Maybe she was trying to save Cal. If you can't save the one you love, save the one you're with. Fate was cruel.

"He's persistent. I have a hard time picturing Woody's brother being a junkie, but he does seem very concerned about Jordan," Nigel said to fill the silence.

"So what do we do?" I asked as I ran my fingers in delicate circles around my temples.

"I was going to ask you that," Nigel replied.

"We should tell Garrett," I replied. Garrett had always been able to talk some sense into Jordan. Well, he was able to talk more sense into Jordan than Nigel and I ever could.

"I don't know. You saw the look on her face when she left with Garrett," Nigel replied.

"I know. I know. So we can let Jordan cool off and come home on her own terms, or we can drag her home," I said.

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," Nigel said, "What if she's really gotten herself in over her head?"

"Jordan, what did you do this time?" I asked no one in particular. Sometimes, I wanted to scream at her for running. Other times, I wanted to congratulate her for her ability to walk away from situations to gain perspective.

This all had to happen after Jordan began to make peace with her life. She had accepted her father's faults, her mother's mental illness, and her instability. Jordan was becoming peaceful in a way that I didn't think she was capable of. She was finally opening up to all of us. She let us love her, and she loved us back. A tear slid down my cheek as I remembered how Jordan held Nigel after Sara's arraignment. I missed her more than ever.

"I don't want her near Woody," Nigel said, "I told him he had to decide what he wanted from Jordan."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He either loves her, or he leaves her for good. No more flip-flopping. No more leading her on," Nigel said sternly, "He's not going to do that to her anymore."

"She worked so hard to open up to him. I don't know if she'll be able to just stop those feelings," I replied. Part of me hoped that she could stop loving him. I was sick of seeing her get hurt over and over again.

"There has to be someone better out there," Nigel replied.

"I don't think this is the time to start finding men to set Jordan up with," I teased as I rested a hand on Nigel's knee.

"I want her to be happy. She deserves to be happy. Her life has been one disappointment after another," Nigel replied. If anyone knew about disappointments, it was Nigel and Jordan. Their lives had always been filled with more tragedy than happiness.

"Let's give her a week before we start looking," I replied after a long uncomfortable pause.

"Okay," Nigel replied as he squeezed my hand.