Wiley!" Adam screamed. "It's a trap!"

She didn't listen to him - she just kept on walking at a fast pace. Adam reached out to grab her arm and pull her back, but all he got was the strap of her duffel bag. He pulled on it with all his strength; then when he had it in his grip, he tossed it ahead of them. Wiley turned to look at him in annoyance, but a loud explosion brought her gaze forward once again to the place where her duffel bag had landed. All that was left of it was shredded cloth and destroyed one hundred dollar bills. They were everywhere! Pieces of them were floating through the air and drifting along the wind. "My money!" Wiley screamed. "You- you destroyed it! That money was MINE!"

"Either your bag ... or it would have been you," Adam said. "I told you it was a trap. We can't escape THAT easily."

"I hate you! That money was mine. Charles gave it to me."

"Charles?" Adam said with a frown. "You mean Chuck's dad?"

Wiley clammed up, suddenly realizing she had given her secret away. "Chuck's father?" Adam said as he stared into her eyes. He couldn't believe that Charles Lott had gotten Wiley pregnant! He had two daughters who were younger than Wiley!

"Ohhh my God!" was all Adam could gasp.

"Don't judge!" Wiley cried out. "You don't know how lonely I was and how he..."

"Took advantage of you?"

"NO!" she yelled as she punched him suddenly on the chest, wounding him only slightly. "Don't say that. Don't ever say that."

"You didn't love him..."

Adam was angry. Chuck's dad had gotten a seventeen-year-old pregnant, a girl younger than his own two daughters. If Charles Lott wasn't already dead, Adam would have killed him with his own two hands... and Adam didn't even have a vindictive bone in his body, yet the thought of Charles Lott rutting on top of Wiley - HIS Wiley made him feel viciously sick.

"Adam!" Wiley cried out, because she couldn't stand the look in his eyes. She knew he would react this way IF he ever found out the truth, so she hadn't said a word.

"He meant nothing to you. Why did you sleep with him?" Adam questioned.

When she didn't answer, they turned around and headed back over the fence. There was no escape. At least not tonight. The future was uncertain, but Adam knew he'd find another way. It was either that or stay locked up in Pretty Lake and die.

Wiley's voice went soft for a second as her eyes clouded up with unshed tears. "Because I was hurting... and just for a second- just for a millisecond, he took that pain away..."

Then it was Adam's eyes that were shimmering with tears. "Wiley, I loved you... I wanted you..."

"You never said it, Adam. Not ONCE. Not even once! So don't... Don't you DARE say it now!"

"Wiley," he said as he reached out for her, but she shrugged off his touch.

"I never should have kissed you!" she exclaimed as the hurt and the anger flared within her tone. "I only did it because I felt sorry for you!"

Deep pain flashed across Adam's face. She would deny her feelings for him... NOW?!

"Go back over the fence. Escape if you want. I am NOT going with you!" Wiley said.

With those words, she turned and walked away, leaving him to stare after her.

After she was gone from sight, a hot tear rushed down Adam's cheek. Loving her wasn't easy. It never had been. But being her friend had been the greatest joy he had ever known... and now, he suddenly knew he had just lost his friend. His best and dearest friend.

"Wiley!" his heart was crying.

He wanted to call her back to his side, but he was too angry and too wounded. He let her go. He had to deal with the barbs she had thrown at him. And he had to nurse his bleeding wounds.

~*~o~*~

Melissa had just gotten all the little ones down to sleep for the night. She went to the sanctuary to pray, her little nephew at her side. He needed a name. He was the most adorable baby in the world and she loved him so much. "Dear God in Heaven, take care of my little nephew and all of the little ones in my care. Please God, help me find a way to protect them... and whatever you do, I ask that you bring Wiley back..."

Her prayer was interrupted when the door burst open and there stood Wiley, her hair windblown and torn away from her cap. "Wiley!" Melissa gasped. "Where have you been?"

"Ohhhh Melissa, don't look so happy to see me," Wiley said with sarcasm as she moved forward to approach her sister, but she suddenly stopped short of the infant seat which contained her newborn son.

Wiley was looking at the child with longing. She grasped the handle of the carrier and picked up her baby boy. She then reached for his diaper bag containing all his baby supplies. "What- what are you doing?" Melissa asked in confusion.

"I'm taking my son. Thank you for taking care of him... but from now on, I will see to all of his needs."

"Wiley..." Melissa tried to argue, but Wiley would not listen. She just kept walking toward the door, carrying the baby in the infant carrier along with the diaper bag which contained all his possessions.

A tear slid down Melissa's cheek when Wiley disappeared with the baby. For days, she had been the baby's sole caretaker. Would Wiley be able to care for her own son? Sitting down in the sanctuary, Melissa continued to pray. "Dear God, please take care of Wiley and my precious nephew. See that they are safe, happy and well..."

~*~o~*~

Adam ended up at the prison. His father had worked there for years, before his disappearance. The feeling of abandonment was strong as he remembered his dad and how he must have forgotten him, his only son.

"I waited for you to come back... but you never did," Adam said as he broke into the prison and walked down the halls. He found the secret area where his dad had worked on his experiments. Hardly anyone knew the truth - that Adam's dad was a scientist - not just a prison guard. Adam had been young, but he knew his dad was planning something sinister. Had his dad succeeded in his crazy plan?

"I knew you'd come back," a voice said.

Adam turned swiftly, seeing his father standing behind him. It had been years since he had stared upon that face.

"What are you doing here?" Adam gasped, seeing a syringe that was gripped his father's hand.

A guard had grabbed him in a tight grip as his father approached. Adam tensed as his dad slid a needle deep into his arm. Everything went foggy as a gun was pointed in Adam's face.