I only own the darling Tyler, Jemima and Chelsea. Everyone else are living somewhere in New York with CBS. :(
The daisy chain that Chelsea made for Kitty ended up calming her down. She just sat there in Tyler's arms, staring at the flowers. They seemed to have some sort of magical power that soothed her aching heart, and she eventually fell asleep.
Tyler tucked her in and then gently pried the daisy chain from her hands. He placed it on the nightstand next to her, lest it should get destroyed while she slept. He then left the room, closing the door behind her.
Tyler ushered the five-year-old to bed and then went to talk to his wife about Kitty. In all honesty, his emotions were also raw after hearing Kitty's story. Yet, he decided his wife ought to know at the soonest possible time.
He and Jemima sat down at the table and sat in silence until Jemima spoke.
"Who is Kitty?" she asked. "And why did you let her in? Why did I hear her sobbing? Is the dear alright?"
Jemima kept firing off her questions, but Tyler stopped her.
"Let me tell the whole story from the beginning," Tyler requested and Jemima nodded. "Kitty used to be known as Sarah-Jane Kirke."
A look of realisation washed over Jemima's face. She had also known Sarah-Jane. Tyler had introduced Jemima to her friends, and Sarah-Jane had also been a bridesmaid at the wedding. She remembered quite liking Sarah-Jane.
"We used to be friends as children," he continued. "But, five years ago, she disappeared, without a trace. A body was never found, and I just assumed she was dead. But, she told me earlier that she had been kidnapped and raped."
Tyler felt his heart burning with emotion: hurt, anger, vengeance and helplessness. And yet, he said the words with such a lack of emotion, it frightened him.
"Kitty managed to get away," he went on. "And ran away to London, where she changed her identity, which is why I couldn't find her. Then a detective found her, took her on and trained her. She moved back to New York with him and worked with him.
"Then, in past few days, they found the man who hurt her. Kitty almost killed him, but the detective she was working with talked her out of it. But she still hurt him bad. She then had to run away to avoid jail, and she ended up here."
Jemima nodded, rubbing Tyler's hand gently. Tyler rarely cried, but now, he had a hard time holding back the tears.
"I just wish I could do more to help her," he said shakily, the first tear falling. "I wish I could take her pain away."
Jemima got up and rounded the table, putting her arms around Tyler's shoulders.
"I know, Ty," Jemima soothed. "But you can't. You can't take her pain away. But you can and are helping her. You opened up this house to a friend who needed a place to stay. I'd say that's help enough."
"Why her, Jemima?" Tyler sobbed quietly. "Why sweet little Sarah-Jane of all people?"
"I don't know why it had to be Sarah-Jane," Jemima continued to attempt to comfort him. "But if there's one thing I know about Sarah-Jane, or Kitty now, she's a strong girl. She'll make it through this. Your job is to stand beside her the whole time."
Tyler couldn't say anything because he was crying so hard. Jemima pressed a small kiss to the top of his head.
Abruptly, Tyler pushed her away, got up with rage and stormed out of the house. Jemima followed him until he started running.
"Ty!" she called. He heard her, but he didn't turn back. He kept running.
Yeah, I don't really know where this is going. Guess we'll find out together...