Callie's POV:

The people on the bus are staring at me now, probably because I am crying so hard. I feel like yelling at them to stop but I know that won't make me feel better. It won't help our situation. It won't help us. Which makes me cry even harder.

I decide to text Lena:

Sorry for running out. I just need Brandon there. His band mates were just covering for him. I used Stef's phone to look up his location: he is at the bar on the corner of 1st and 3rd. I going to go get him.

I sent the message hoping that they wouldn't be insanely mad at me, especially for taking Stef's phone.

The lady standing next to me started to comfort me, asking what was wrong. "Well, what isn't?" I thought to myself. But I needed to let everything out so I decided to unload everything onto her.

Lena's POV:

The image of Callie running out of the courtroom kept replaying in my mind. Millions of questions also entered. Why did she run off? Where did she go? Why did she take Stef's phone? I could tell Stef was thinking all of this too. My phone goes off so I open it to find a text.

"It's Callie" I stat to Stef simply. I read it and I was half panicked but also felt a sense of relief. At least she hadn't ran away again. Stef was looking at me patiently waiting for the news, she looked at my face and hers started to look nervous.

"She went to find Brandon. That's why she took your phone. To track him." I told her. I couldn't read her face.

"Did she tell you where he was?" She asked me. I was hoping she wouldn't have asked that question.

"Yes" I said vaguely.

"And..." she says kind of rudely.

I take a deep breath. "He's at the bar on the corner of 1st and 3rd."

"Those band mates probably made him go." She stats suddenly. I laugh in my thoughts, she had no clue, didn't she.

I think I accidentally laughed out loud because she looks at me weirdly. "What?" She questions.

"Nothing." I tell her hoping it will pass and we can go find Callie and Brandon. But knowing Stef, it doesn't.

"What?" she questions again, this time more forcefully.

"He didn't go there because of the band mates..." I trail off.

"Then why did he?" she questions suspiciously as if it isn't so obvious.

"You know what today is right?" I ask her chuckling slightly.

"July 27th?" She answers which causes me to laugh even more.

"Yes, but what is happening today?" I try again. All I get is a confused expression.

"It's Callie's adoption..." I stat, her expression changes from confused to thoughtful.

"Oh..." is all she says. She starts heading for her car. I nod in understanding of what she is doing and turn towards the kids who were patiently waiting in the lobby chairs.

"Where's mom going?" Mariana asks me.

"She's going to go get Callie. She thinks that Callie needs help...with something..." I try to explain without giving away to much.

"You mean someone." Jesus mumbles. I'm suddenly very confused.

"We heard your conversation." Jude explains simply.

"It's not nice to eavesdrop." I tell them.

"You guys were talking very loudly. It was almost impossible not to." Jesus tells us.

"What's going to happen now?" Mariana asked curiously. She took my expression as an approval to continue "I mean we barely were able to schedule this. And we had a late appointment as it is. They won't wait for them."

I nod in understanding and say honestly "I don't know. But no matter what, we will adopt Callie."

"What if this keeps happening?" Jude asked

"Huh?" I ask obviously confused but suspicious.

"I mean what about the next time? There is always a next time. What will happen when Callie's adoption day comes again? Brandon will do this again, Callie will go after him and it will continue. Time repeats itself. And it will. Callie will always want this family but puts everyone before herself. Brandon will always love her. It will never change. If that won't change then this-" He gestures around the courtroom trying to emphasize to us the second failed adoption of Callie Quinn Jacob. "will never change. It will always repeat. It's a vicious cycle" He stated not angrily but sadly. He looked down at his shoes glumly.

"Cycles can be broken, Jude. We will adopt Callie. No matter what." I tell him as I put a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me with glassy eyes and my heart breaks for him. "Even if we have to handcuff both Brandon and Callie to chairs." I chuckled and smiled slightly and so does Jude.

"It will all be okay."

Callie's POV:

I step out of the bus on to 3rd Street. The lady I was talking to waved goodbye and told me good luck. After telling her about Brandon and I, she told me about her foster family and the same thing happened to her old foster daughter. She said her name was Sophia and was a freshman in high school. She explained how Sophia's father had taken her away from her mother when she was little. Then how when Sophia was eight, when her mother died in a car crash, her father ran off leaving Sophia alone. A neighbor called CPS a week later when she noticed the kid getting thinner and thinner by the day when she had always been healthy. Then she was put into foster care and placed in her house. She had had a foster kid there when she came and the she fostered her for five years. Sophia had a good life at the house and even went to a prestigious private school but she never wanted to get adopted because she believed her father would come back. But then Sophia started dating her foster brother behind her back. When she found out that her foster children were dating she didn't send Sophia away, she just told them to keep it a secret, but one day her foster license needed to be renewed so a social worker came over and caught Sophia and her foster brother kissing. They removed both Sophia and the foster brother from the home and the lady wasn't allowed to foster again. Then one day Sophia came back asking if she knew what happened to the foster brother saying that she found out her father had drowned from a local newspaper and got adopted by a really nice family. She told Sophia that she didn't know and then Sophia left and she never saw her again (AN: Did I just make that too obvious?)

I waved back and watched the bus leave. I crossed the street the bar came into my view, a limp body leaning up against it, facing the street. I stopped and did a test. I took out Stef's phone called him. The guy looked at his hand and it up to his face.

"What?!" He says irritated, his voice wavering. Sure of the match I ended the call and walked towards him stoically. He looked at me and held a plastic smile on his face. He laughed bitterly which scares me.

"How did the adoption go, sis?" He asked emphasizing the last word. "Came to kiss me." he laughs again more manically.

I back away slightly "You are scaring me." I admitted.

He scoffs, shaking his head "It was my turn to run away. It was my turn to let you worry and not know where you were or if you were okay." he stats grabbing a the last beer from the six pack and started chugging it. I grabbed it quickly and tossed it out.

He lashed out at me, yelling "You take everything away from me don't you! My good life, my heart. All of it! You monster!"

I barely had time to process this when I see Stef's car pull up to the curb.