Lulu hadn't been able to sleep the night before. Dillon cried when she had said, "Our baby is dead."
Why do I have to keep making that man cry? Lulu thought, miserably
She cared more about him than anyone else, outside her family, yet she felt she hurt him so often.
Whether she had told him a lie or the truth last night, she could see now, either answer would have made him suffer. He would never again look at her the same.
She crept into his room around 8 am, while he still slept, and stared down at him.
"Love you," she whispered "Good bye."
Dillon heard the words and they became part of the dream he was already having about her. He pulled her close, in his dream, and kissed her, saying, "I love you, too. I don't think I ever told you that, have I, Lulu? But I do. I love you."
ROBIN and Patrick were both paged to go into work. The local mobsters had a shoot out in the park, in broad daylight, and there were bodies to be patched up.
While they worked, both of their minds kept drifting back to Isabella.
A FEW HOURS LATER, across town the birth mother of Angel baby stood on a bridge. No one would be driving by anytime soon because this was a farm road on the far side of town.
She climbed over the edge and held on to the metal railing with her fingertips. Her toes dangled over the minuscule ledge. Only one half of step and she could fall into heaven. If God let her in.
She didn't cry. She didn't beg for forgiveness or mercy. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pictured the best moments of her life. Then she pictured the eyes of the child she gave birth to.
Make this right, make this right, make this right, ran through her mind in a voice that wasn't hers.
And soon the words seemed to be in the wind- Make this right, make this right, make this right-whispering it in her ear.
Make this right...
JAX took Isabella to the Zoo. When he went back to the Metro Court the desk clerk said, "Sir, a woman registered this afternoon for the executive suite and she requested you visit her room at your earliest convenience."
Jax asked, "Some kind of VIP? What's the name?"
"Mrs. Morgan."
Morgan? Jax thought as he pushed the stroller into the elevator. Could she be related to Chloe Morgan?
He went up to the room and knocked on the door.
It opened and he said, "It's you."
Their eyes met and held. Jax said, " So you kept his name?"
"Just as an alias. I hoped to keep my visit low profile. I've been modeling again."
"I know. The billboards are all over New York City."
"And the paparazzi can be a hassle." Brenda looked down into the stroller "Oh my! My god daughter is too cute. I have to hold her."
Jax watched as Brenda picked her up.
She said, "I heard you agreed to be her father. That's amazing. Jax. I'm really happy for you."
He figured he would hate her on sight if he ever saw her again, that he would see her kissing Sonny in his mind. But he didn't. He was finally over it and all he could think of was his future, his daughter, and making the most of every day he got to be her dad.
ALICE opened the door at the Quatermaine mansion and let Nikolas in.
"Here to see Emily?" she asked
"No. Dillon." Nik said. He walked past her into the living room. "There you are! What the hell did you do to her this time?"
Dillon stood up and said "What? Did something happen to Lulu?"
"You tell me. I am not the one she is running from."
"Running where?"
"Back to Miami. I chartered a jet for her. Though, I didn't want to. Lulu wouldn't even let me take her to the airport. She was a wreck."
Panicked, Dillon asked "Was she crying? Is she hurt somehow?"
Nikolas said, "She had that brokenhearted look in her eye again, Dillon. The one that means you don't want her. Why do you keep playing with her emotions?"
"I didn't mean to do that." His heart ached at the thought of Lulu being hurt. He corrected his statement, "I didn't do that. I wouldn't."
"I only came here in case you cared enough to step up to the plate and go after her. I like having my sister living in town where I can see her and know she's okay. So if you love her, or even give a damn, go down to Florida and tell her so."
Dillon ran his hand through his hair. "What's her address?"