Caleb was still standing in the middle of the living room, completely and utterly confused, five minutes after Hanna had left. It wasn't until Madelyn came out, tears filling up her bright blue eyes, when he finally moved.

"Mommy," Maddie mumbled, a tear falling. "Mommy?"

Caleb didn't know what to say. "Mommy's just gone out for a bit to do some shopping," he improvised. "She'll be back any moment, bug. Okay?" But there was a crack in Caleb's voice that gave it all away. He had no idea where Hanna was, or when she'd be back. Hanna's reaction had been so surprising, it had taken Caleb minutes to get his head around what had actually happened. He needed to find her, apologize for whatever he did wrong. Of course he didn't expect her to drop everything and move the other side of the country…or did he? Caleb didn't know what he wanted Hanna to do. He didn't know anything except the fact he needed to find his wife and bring her home.

"Maddie, get your bear," Caleb suddenly said to the toddler. Madelyn looked up, confused. "We're going out."

With Maddie, her stuffed teddy bear, her drink, and her backpack in his arms, Caleb hurried into the elevator. There were already three people in there, all giving him extremely weird glances. It wasn't surprising; he looked kind of a mess. With his hair ragged, a random coat thrown on over his work attire, and Madelyn in her pajamas and a grey sweater, they both looked messy. A man in an expesneve suit, that Hanna would have immediately spotted as being Gucci, stood leaning against the railing, reading The New York Times; a frail, elderly woman who lived on the floor above Hanna and Caleb—who was known to have at least eight cats living with her—smiled at Madelyn; a classy woman with a tightly pulled back ponytail stood staring at the doors, probably praying she could get out ASAP.

The elevator pinged, the doors opened and Caleb almost flew out. He ran through the lobby, forgetting to say hi to Will, the receptionist/doorman, and out of the large double doors that led to the busy Manhattan street. Caleb ran the short distance to the parking lot and stopped at the entrance, searching for where he had last parked his Land Rover. When he finally spotted it, he noticed the car that was always parked to the right of it was gone. Hanna had driven off.

Caleb let out a distraught sigh, but continued towards the Land Rover. After unlocking it quickly, he strapped Madelyn in, and within seconds, the car was rumbling to life. Madelyn was clearly bewildered—her face proved it. She had no idea what was going on, but didn't have the ability to ask where they were going. One minute she was in the living room, wandering where her mommy had gone, and the next she was in a car, about to head onto the busy streets of New York.

It was nearly seven o'clock—Maddie's bedtime. She had already yawned three times on the journey down to the car, and was now ready to be tucked into her warm bed, have a nice story read to her by Daddy, and fall asleep with Bella at her feet. When Caleb glanced at his daughter in the back, he noticed her eyes drooping. He didn't know how long it would take to find Hanna, and couldn't bring Madelyn out all night—she would barely sleep a wink. There was only one person Caleb knew in New York that could look after a toddler in such short notice.

"What are you doing here?" Aria asked as she opened up her front door. Standing in front of her was a very flushed-looking Caleb, carrying a very tired-looking Maddie. When Caleb had pressed the buzzer, asking to come inside, Aria had been more than confused…and slightly worried. She had never had him come to her apartment without a warning, or without Hanna.

"Can you look after Madelyn?" Caleb asked, shoving the toddler in the brunette's arms without even waiting for a response.

"Uh, sure," Aria replied, struggling with Madelyn. She strung her over her shoulder and rubbed her back softly. "Why?"

Caleb debated whether to tell Aria. She was Hanna's best friend, but if she knew Hanna was missing—well, not exactly missing, but out somewhere with no one but herself knowing where—she would more than likely freak out. He decided to keep the story short and sweet, leaving out the major details. "I need to get Hanna," he said simply.

"Where?"

"Look, I've got to go, like now," he rushed. "Thanks for looking after Maddie."

—

Hanna was now only fifty miles from Rosewood. The sun had set, leaving the skies a dark, dark black. The crescent moon illuminated the quiet road Hanna was heading down. She had driven the route hundreds—maybe thousands—of times before, but suddenly a moment of panic. Everything seemed so different in the dark; the roads, the cars, the houses. There was a certain building Hanna passed every time that always reassured her she was going the right way, but in the dark, that building had disappeared. Hanna just prayed she was heading in the right direction.

With her headlights glowing dimly, and no street lights, Hanna struggled to see beyond three meters as she traveled down the deserted road. There was an intersection, and Hanna squinted as she tried to search for any sign of another car coming her way. When she thought it was clear, the car rolled slowly forwards and turned left.

And then suddenly, out of nowhere, a large truck slammed into the side of Hanna's small car, sending it flying.

—

Caleb was in Harlem, only three miles away from Manhattan. Honestly, Caleb was clueless as to what he should be looking for. It wasn't as if he was expecting to spot Hanna's car along the streets of a random neighbourhood in New York. But he wasn't giving up hope. He would find Hanna, apologize for everything, and tell her he won't take the job the job in LA, even if it meant sacrificing a hell of a good job.

In the distance, Caleb spotted a small blonde woman walking under the street light, and he slowed down to a snails pace and leant over the steering wheel to get a better look. It wasn't Hanna. Of course it wasn't Hanna, Caleb ridiculed. Hanna was in her car, not walking the streets of Harlem. This had been the fourth time Caleb's hopes had been risen. He had been in the car for over half an hour, and had passed three blondes of a similar height to Hanna back in Manhattan after leaving Aria's street, all three times believing it was his wife. It never was.

"Where are you, Hanna?" Caleb whispered harshly into the tension-filled air around him. He gripped the wheel with a strong force, using all of his might to pray and hope that Hanna was somewhere nearby. This was certainly not what Caleb had imagined was going to happen when he told Hanna about his job offer. He hadn't been expecting to be trolling the streets of New York in search of her, wandering if she was even in the city anymore.

Caleb's phone lit up on the passenger's seat. It was a phone call from Aria.

"I'm driving. What's going on?" Caleb said as soon as he had swiped answer on the screen. He had the phone in one hand, the other tightly clutching the steering wheel.

"Maddie's crying for you and Hanna," Aria explained. She was currently cradling the toddler as her own two children slept. Ezra was next to her, trying to watch ESPN over the loud wails. "Are you going to be long?"

"I don't know," Caleb replied. And that was true; he knew absolutely nothing. A cop car turned out from a street and slowly rolled along behind Caleb. "Tell Maddie we'll get her in the morning," he said quickly, glancing out of the rear window. "I need to go, there's a cop behind me."

The cop car soon turned down another street, and Caleb debated whether to call Aria back and explain why he couldn't collect Madelyn, but decided against it. He could do that once he'd found Hanna.

—

Hanna jolted forwards, her head smashing against the steering wheel. The car started flipping over, and Hanna instinctively threw her hands over her face as a source of protection, but the shards of glass that were flying through the car managed to reach her cheeks anyway. The car picked up speed as it hurtled down the street. The windshield smashed into thousands of tiny pieces. The force of the truck had torn off all four of the doors, and Hanna was nearly thrown out of the passengers side. The car bounced along the street and Hanna's body hit the roof every time.

And then the car skidded to a halt. Everything fell silent. Two of the wheels rolled away. The engine burst into a mass of bright orange sparks. Hanna lay hanging out of the gap where the driver's door once was.

The sound of an ambulance echoed through the deserted streets, and the flashing lights reflected off of the mangled vehicle.

—

Caleb had given up. After three and a half hours of driving aimlessly around New York, he sat in an empty lot in Queens, his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do. Caleb had realized how pointless the driving around had been. There was no chance he would have found Hanna in her car, no chance at all.

Hanna must be back at the apartment now, worrying about where he and Maddie were. Caleb checked his phone for the fifth time that minute for messages from her, but there was nothing, just like there had been the other five times. Caleb threw his phone away and it bounced against the car door, hitting the window and then falling onto the cushioned seat. As he turned the keys and the engine roared, the phone started ringing. Caleb prayed it was Hanna.

"Hello?" he croaked. The number hadn't been Hanna's, but maybe her phone had run out of charges and she was using someone else's.

"Is this Hanna Rivers' husband?" a deep, gruff, male voice asked.

"Uh, y-yes," Caleb stuttered, confused.

"There's been a fatal accident in Pennsylvania involving your wife and unborn child."

And at that moment, Caleb felt his world crumble around him.