Miss Parker looks around her empty house, labeled boxes were against the wall for the movers. She had spend the last week packing. She was taking a risk in leaving The Centre. No one would ever know her whereabouts, not even Sydney or Broots. She sat on her living room floor, her eyes slowly moved around taking one final look.

An envelope addressed to "Daddy" was left atop his desk. It read:

Dear Daddy,

I'll just say it! Plain and simple. Goodbye! I'll be gone by the time you read this. It's time for me to move on. Do not look for me. I need time to myself. Please, let me go, if you love me. I am so tired of everything. Good luck in finding Jarod. If you want him, YOU go after him.

Your "Angel"

Jarod leaned his head against the window of the plane until he no longer could see the state of Delaware. His fingers touched the glass lightly as if saying goodbye one last time to a place he's called home for most of his life. He knew a normal life with Miss Parker was out of the question. He had known all along being with her was against all rules. He's loved her since the first time they met. He never realized how much of the world involved touch. It was a wonderful feeling. He never thought about it until she came into his life.

Days later, Parker looked around her new unfamiliar place. This would be home for her. A new start, a new life. Unwanted and painful memories were left behind. She sat down on her sofa reminiscing every moment she'd had with Jarod. She closed her eyes and glided her fingers over her cheeks. She could still feel the warmth of his arms around her, his breath against her skin and the way his hands roamed around her entire body. No one had ever touched her heart the way he did.

Wood burning in the fireplace was the only light illuminating in the living room. Parker lay asleep with her head leaned back on the sofa, her long legs slightly apart, her hands resting on her lap with her palms upright as if in a yoga position. Strands of her dark hair fell down to her shoulders covering one part of her flawless face. She was dressed in baggy shorts and a loose fitting rumpled tee-shirt, unlike her two-piece suits and stilleto heels.

Feeling the presence of someone in the room, Parker immediatley jumped up to see a figure tending to the fireplace which was beginning to dim slowly and at the same time she heard the sounds of little footsteps.

"Mama!"

TBC - Chapter 5