"The truth is that you're right. I was never able to move past having my child ripped away from me. I never stopped blaming myself. I never forgave myself for not doing more, for failing her, for not protecting her. I was so busy protecting everyone else in this world that, I forgot about the one who mattered the most."

"It wasn't your fault," Angela answers.

"No matter how many times you say that, you'll never make me believe that."

"Jane..."

"Mom don't."

"I'm not trying to ruin this for you but..."

"But what?"

"I can tell that, that day hasn't left the back of your mind, even for a minute. You have to move past that day. You have her back."

"I didn't find her. I couldn't find her. What if things had turned out differently. What if I didn't find her? What if it had been too late? What if there was nothing that I could have done to save her?"

"Don't do this to yourself. You did everything that you could."

"I should have done more."

"What else could you have done?"

"I should have stayed home with her. I should have spent more time with her."

"You can't blame yourself for wanting to provide for her."

"What was the point of providing, if she wasn't there? Do you know why I can't get past that day?"

"Yes Jane I want to know."

"That morning when we were in the car she told me that she didn't want to go to school. She just wanted me to stay home with her. She just wanted me, and I couldn't see that. When I asked her why she didn't want to go to school do you know what she said to me?"

"What?"

"She looked at me and said, 'I just have bad feeling in my guts,' at four years old. She knew. She knew something bad was going to happen, and I didn't listen to her. I didn't..."

"You could have done that day a million different ways. You could have done everything different, and it still would have turned out the same. Maybe he wouldn't have taken her that day, but he would have taken her."

"But I should have stopped him."

"How could you have known?"

"I knew that something wasn't right. When I got to work I felt sick to my stomach. The entire time I was my crime scene all I wanted to do was go to school and pick her up. I just wanted to take her home and..."

"Jane you can't keep her in a bubble her whole life. You can't protect her from every scrape, and every bump along the way. You can't keep her from hurting, or being broken hearted. They're all things that she has to go through."

"What happens if he gets out? What if he comes for her? What if I can't stop him?"

"No one is going to let that happen."

"You don't know what he's capable of."

"Yes I do. I knew the first time I looked at him what kind of person he was. You wouldn't listen."

"You don't know what he's done."

"What are you talking about?"

"He killed someone."

"I wish that I was surprised, but I'm not. I wish that I could have convinced you sooner. I wish that you had seen what I saw all along. But you chose him, you..."

"If I hadn't I wouldn't have her," Jane answers.

"I know. She's you're little girl, and you're mine. I wanted the same things for you that you want for her. I knew he was trouble the first time I met him. Let's face it he may have physically killed someone, but he took your life the day that he took her," Angela begins to tear up.

"Mom, don't," Jane begs.

Angela wipes her face with her fingers, "I'm sorry. Jane you weren't the only one who lost a child that day. That day I saw you slipping away from me. I knew that you needed me, and that there wasn't anything I could do. I was afraid that I would lose you. I was afraid that you weren't going to come back from the dark place that you were in. I was so scared that you were just going to give up. I thought that one day I'd get a phone call, and..."

"And what?"

"That you had given up. That you didn't want to live or breath without her."

"I didn't. But what would she have if I didn't? I couldn't just lay down and die, no matter how much I wanted to."

Angela hugs her, and brushes her hair out of her face, as tears fall from Jane's face. Angela wipes the tears from her face. "Get yourself together, she's probably waiting on you."

Jane sniffles, "Man I'm ripe," she comments.

"I might be able to keep your father from burning down the house if you want to take a shower."

"That would be great."

They head into the hallway. Jane starts down the stairs, Angela follows. Jane heads to the front door. She pulls it open, and finds boxes, and bags outside. She pushes them inside, and goes to her car. She grabs her suitcase out of the trunk, and returns to the house. She closes the door, and sits the suitcase inside the door.

She pulls tissue paper out of the bags. She finds a pink dress inside. "Peyton," she calls out. Peyton quickly exits the kitchen. "Yes?"

"Come here," Jane answers. Finally Peyton joins her.

"It looks like Maura did some shopping for you," she answers.

"Maura?"

"Doctor Isles," Jane answers.

"Oh," Peyton nods.

Jane holds up the pink, spaghetti strapped dress. Peyton's eyes light up.

"Here," Jane hands the dress to Peyton. She opens a box, and finds a pair of silver flats.

"Mom..."

"Huh?" Jane looks up at Peyton from her seat on the floor.

"I think you need a shower," Peyton replies.

"That's where I was headed," she gets up off her knees.

"Why don't you have your grandmother go through this with you? I'll go take a shower."

"Ok," Peyton agrees.