The room was filled with silence. Not just any silence. The awkward silence. The silence when everyone in the room kept their mouth shut and waited for the drama that was about to happen while their eyes linger around every faces. Everyone was quiet, too stunned to make any noise.

Thomas was just about to say something but was interfered when Louis walked towards Lyla and whispered something.

"You don't have to do this right now," he went on. "If you're not ready, I can take him out…"

Lyla held his hand. She looked at Louis for a moment and she saw it in his eyes. He understood. It was now or never. This thing had to be settled. The longer she kept it hanging in mid air, the worse the situation would get. She glanced at her son. Evan was looking at her confusingly, completely unaware of the fact that the person who was responsible for over a decade of misery in his life, was standing in front of him. Lyla looked back at her father, eagerly waiting for his long-waited explanation.

Thomas nodded, giving up. "I'm so sorry. I know what I did was terribly, awfully wrong. If you can't find it in your heart to forgive me," he stopped, looking down to his feet. "Then I'll understand. I thought…I thought I was doing the right thing. Lyla," he begged. "You were so young…I don't want the same thing to happen again. I thought I was doing the right thing…for the sake of all of us."

Lyla shrink her eyes. She asked tiredly, "What do you mean?"

"Lyla…I…I never told you what happen to your mother. I never told you why she…"

"What does she has to do with anything?" she asked desperately. She realized she was loosing her patience. How could she not? She had been calmed for so long. She was sick of being calm and patient to this kind of people. How could she stand this? What does her mother, had to do with his father's doing?

"She has to do with everything!" he shot back. "She…" he sighed, lowering his tone. "She left…she left when you were about two months old. She wasn't ready and…she left."

Lyla greeted her teeth and held Louis' hand even more tightly that before. She didn't dare to look at anyone in the room. Not even Louis and their son. She could feel heat rising up from her back, along her neck, and into her cheeks which was when she ultimately felt her skin burning with invisible flame. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I shouldn't have let him say this in front of people. Louis was right. I should've just listened to him! Damn it!

"She left…just like that." Thomas continued. "No phone calls, no letters. Nothing. She left you…and she left me. I raised you all by myself," he paused, letting his tears away. "When you were pregnant, I…what was I supposed to do?" he asked. "I was so mad and so scared. You were alone, I...I thought you were going to do the same thing, I thought you were going to leave, just like your mother did. I don't want the same thing to happen again but," he let out a small chuckle. "You left anyway. Not because you weren't ready, but because…" his voiced trailed away. "When she left, I have you in my life. When you left, I have nothing. No one. And it's my fault. It's all my fault."

"No it's not."

All eyes in the room were on the boy who said those words. He was staring at his grandfather with his calm, open and fearless way.

"You thought you were doing the right thing and…we don't always know or do the right thing. That's how we learn," he looked around and stopped his gaze on his mother.

Behind Lyla's teary eyes, she smiled. She slightly shook her head astonishingly, feeling so blessed to have a son like Evan. He was so, so amazing and intelligent. Even wise for someone of his age.

Evan went on, "When I was in the orphanage, someone once told me that…things happen for a reason. She said that we all have our certain destiny and…it's up to us to make it true. I…I think that we all have our purpose in life and…that's what make us who and where we are right now."

The room was filled with awe. Everyone was nodding and smiling, too astound by the gifted composer.

The Connelly Brothers was definitely amazed by Evan, but they didn't find it so hard to believe. Evan was good with words and believed in fairytales and destiny and stuff like that. Just like Louie was when he was a young lad.

Steve remembered the first time he met Louis. He caught him talking to the moon by the lake when they were about eight years old. He thought Louis was crazy at the time. He was talking to the moon about princesses or something.

"He's right," Louis agreed, smiling proudly. "It could've been worse."

Evan returned his father's smile happily and glanced back at Thomas, waiting what his grandfather going to do next.

"I'll do anything," Thomas said. "Everything, to make it up to you. All of you."

Lyla nodded. Since his father was willing to do anything, there was only one thing she needed from him right now. "We need your testimony. To proof that I never sign a parental consent to give Evan up for adoption."

That caused everyone to be alarmed especially Thomas. If he was to testify at court, that could only mean one thing.

Not only he had to confess guilty, he could also be charged for committing a fraud or a crime. If he had to pay fine or do community service, he would confess anytime of the day but…what if he was to be imprison?

What if?

Can he live in jail?

Would he rather be in jail alone or would he rather spend the rest of his life alone?

Either way, he'd be left alone.

Thomas looked at his daughter, his precious Lyla and his grandson. His own blood.

Would he?

San Francisco, CA.

"The drama concerning August Rush, is not yet over. The twelve-year old prodigy is reportedly doing fine and is slowly recovering with the help of his family and friends. Maxwell 'Wizard' Wallace who stabbed the young composer was sent to a psychiatric hospital in New York last night after undergo a mental examination. Court document reported that Wallace was legally insane at the time of his crime, wherefore he will not be criminally liable for breaking the law. The press has reported that Thomas Novacek, August Rush's maternal grandfather is indeed the one who is responsible for giving him up for adoption by forging his daughter, Lyla Novacek's signature. Novacek surrendered himself to the police yesterday and has confessed guilty for his allege crime. New York Police Department has confirmed the news. A source said that Louis Connelly, August Rush's biological father had no idea of August's existence until the night of nights. A source also said that the family never sees each other since…" she switched off the television, couldn't bear to hear more.

How could she?

How could she bear all of this?

She still couldn't believe that Louis…her Louis had found the 'girl of his dream'. And they had a kid!

That killed her to death. She was still not over him.

So not over him.

As she was lying on the floor, tears wouldn't stop streaming down her cheeks, she smirk, "Lyla Novacek."