Moving sucks and it sucks even harder to try to pack while you're crying. I Wipe my face as I turn back to my closet, thankfully it's almost completely packed, reaching for the garbage bags I grab one and sit down on the floor throwing my shoes in it. "I need to do this," I repeat over and over to myself, it's become my mantra the last 3 hours.
I need to move, I need to do this. For her, it's what's best for Lux. I turn around picking up my suitcases and head for my truck. If I leave tonight I can at least make it to Idaho before I need to stop. Walking up to the bed of my truck I toss my suitcases into the bed before turning around to lean against it. My tears and emotions keep threatening to take over right now and I can't let them. I swallow the lump in my throat, close my eyes and take a deep breath willing these emotions to just control themselves for a few hours. I just need them to stop for awhile, I just need to be in control until I leave here, then they can take over. Opening my eyes I push away from my truck and head back into my place, I need to keep going, I need to keep busy, I need to get out of here.

Once I'm back in my room I begin stacking my books into boxes, one by one packing up the life I've made here in the past few months. It almost all doesn't seem real, I moved here for a fresh start, I met Lux, and now I'm leaving. Looking around my bedroom I see my reality, I see that it really is real and I'm packing up to leave the girl I fell in love with.

Picking up the box of books I just packed I walk back down the steps and outside, tripping over the curb spilling the books into the street.

"DAMNIT" I scream, my emotions are finally getting the best of me, I bend down to pick up a book and feel a rush of anger taking over. I throw the book to the ground and begin kicking others, hot tears running down my cheeks " DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT!" I scream over and over, "It's not fair!" I turn around and kick my favorite book sending it flying into the curb, the spine of the book cracks against the curb sending pages flying everywhere. This isn't the way to deal with this, I need to control myself, I bend down again picking up the books to being putting them back into the box I notice a picture laying on the ground that came out the now shattered book at the curb. I sit down on the curb and pick up the picture, I don't have to look at it to know what it's of, it's of the two of us at that wedding, god we were so happy and now look what's happened. She's probably never going to want to see me again after I left her at the apartment.

Tears begin running down my cheeks as I run my finger over the outline of her face, "I'm so sorry Lux, I'm so sorry" I whisper, placing the picture against my chest I fight for another breath to calm myself before bending down to resume my task of picking up the books. I need to get out of here and I need to do it quickly.

"How are we to know if it's real Cate? How do we know he hasn't tricked her or was forcing her like Trey did?" Baze questions softly.

Cate looks Baze squarely in the eye, "Only one way to find out."

Standing up Cate kisses Lux on the head and squeezes her hand, "I'm going to figure out how to fix this, I may have been an awful mom before but I promise you I'm going to fix this," Cate whispers to her before turning around and leaving. Baze stands and quickly kisses Lux before following Cate out.

Baze grabs Cate's arm just outside of the waiting room forcing her to turn around and look at him "Cate, wait what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to go talk to Mr. Daniels. I need to understand," Cate pauses and takes a calming breath, "We need to understand what really was going on. Our daughter is lying in a coma with swelling to her brain, that doesn't happen over some silly puppy crush!"

"He's gone Cate."

Cate and Baze both turn around to see Math and Ryan standing outside the door of the waiting room.

"What? What are you talking about Math?" Cate can barely get the words out, "We gave him 24 hours to decide, it's been what 5? He's still here."

Math lowers his head, taking a deep breath and putting his hands in his pockets. Looking up he responds to her earlier question, "No, he's gone."