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Edward:

New York

My grandfather has been here all weekend. I love my grandfather with everything I am, but he's driving me nuts.

"Grandfather, please," I groaned.

"No, Edward. Enough is enough. That girl left you. I know it was a tragic thing that happened, but instead of handling the situation like an adult and relying on you to support her, and her you, she ran away. All of your life you've done everything in your power to make her happy, and not once has she considered you. Not once has she thought about your wants and needs. You have not even mourned your child, Edward. You have waited for her long enough. You're miserable in this city. Please come home. Let your family support you and care for you. It's time."

I slumped in the chair and looked out at the city below. The noise doesn't carry up here, but the view is hectic. I can hear the cars honking, breaks squealing, people yelling and shoving and pushing. Just seeing it puts me on edge.

I don't enjoy the law firm I work for, the people are pompous and unfriendly. Not all of them, but most of them.

I miss my home. I miss my family.

But what if she comes back and I'm not here?

What if she needs me and I'm not here?

But my Grandfather is right. I've needed her, and she hasn't been here for me. She hasn't even contacted me to let me know she's okay. She just disappeared. She left me to deal with everything on my own.

I walked into the apartment and hung my coat in the hall closet, calling out for her. "Kate?"

There was no answer as I walked into our bedroom removing my jacket and tie. I heard crying and walked toward the bathroom, finding her sitting on the floor. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? What happened, are you hurt?"

"It's the baby, Edward. Something's wrong. I'm bleeding."

I look down and see that she's soaked with blood. "Honey, we need to get you to the hospital. Why are you sitting here? How long have you been sitting here?" I pulled out my phone and called 911.

"I just got home and I felt a pain and I came to the bathroom," She's sobbing and I can barely understand her. I cradled her in my arms, rubbing her back and smoothing her hair. Trying to offer her comfort, and praying that she would be okay.

The doorbell rang and the door opened. The doorman led the paramedics into the apartment and showed them where we were.

"Sir, would you please step aside so we can take a look at her," the woman asked.

"No! Edward, don't leave me!" Kate screamed.

"Honey, I'm here. I'm not leaving you," my heart was beating out of my chest. Please let them be okay.

"Miss, I need you to calm down. Take deep, calming breaths, so we can take a look at you, okay?"

As the woman tried to calm Kate, the other paramedic took her blood pressure and pulse.

"Sir, can you tell us what is going on?"

"Yes, Kate is eight weeks pregnant. We saw the doctor on Tuesday, and he said everything looked okay."

"Can you give me Kate's full name and age, please?"

"Kate, Katherine Dailey. She's twenty-five."

"Let's get her on the stretcher," I tuned them out and watched Kate. She was still crying, but she looked far away. God, please let her be okay.

As we made our way out of the apartment, I grabbed Kate's coat and purse.

"What hospital are we going to?" I asked, pulling out my cell phone.

"Lenox Hill."

I hit the speed dial. When the line picked up I said, "Mom."

She miscarried. No particular reason, she hadn't done anything wrong. It just happened.

Kate didn't handle it well. She took the pain pills prescribed by the doctor and laid in bed for a week. Our mothers came to help her, but she would scream and yell at them to leave her alone. And when I went near her, she would cry and apologize.

A month after the miscarriage, she wasn't any better. I tried to get her to a therapist, but she wouldn't hear of it. And she had started drinking; heavily. I'd come home from a long day at the office and she'd be passed out on the couch.

I did what I could. I tossed out all of the alcohol, but she'd send someone out for more. I'd asked the doorman to refuse deliveries, but Kate would go downstairs and cause a scene in the lobby. Then one day I came home and she was gone. I'd called her cell phone, only to find that she was at a bar.

It became a nightly occurrence for me to find her and bring her home. Then take care of her when she got sick. This went on for months before I noticed other changes. She was agitated, scratching her arms, shaking, cold one minute and hot the next. She wouldn't sit still and she was always checking her phone.

I begged her to go to the hospital, assuring her that a doctor could help her. She would get angry and scream at me, throw things at me, and then she'd cry and apologize.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what was wrong. I felt like I was going crazy.

Then, one night, as I made my regular stop at the bar to pick Kate up on the way home, things changed. When I walked in, the bartender gave me a head nod and a sympathetic look before pointing toward the back.

I walked back, following his directions, and saw two people at the end of the dark hallway. One person on their knees, and the other with his head resting against the wall.

"That's it, Katie, I'm almost there," he groaned. And I stopped. Katie?

He grunted and held her head before laughing. "Good enough, I guess." He pulled a baggie out of his pocket and she ripped it out of his hands, standing quickly and dipping her pinky into the bag and sniffing it up her nose.

This could not be real. I just stood there and watched the scene play out. Kate's eyes were closed and she hummed.

"Can I help you, buddy? You need something?"

Kate opened her eyes and smiled, before she registered that I was standing in front of her.

"Edward," she whispered.

I was frozen in disbelief. This is my fiance and she just...

She reached a hand out to me, and I jumped back.

"Edward, please let me explain," my head was shaking from side to side, as I walked backward.

I walked into a table, stumbling. But I caught myself, apologizing to no one in particular and turned, walking quickly out of the bar. I could hear Kate calling me, her footsteps chasing me.

But I walked faster. I couldn't look at her. I didn't want to look at her.

I hailed a cab and jumped inside. When I closed the door, she was on the sidewalk crying. The cab took off and I looked forward, giving the address to my friend Micah's apartment.

I went home two days later, but I haven't seen Kate since that night. She had been here at some point. A suitcase and some of her clothes were missing, and the emergency cash in the safe was gone. She disappeared. Every night I waited for my phone to ring, or for the door to open, but it never did.

I removed her name from my bank accounts, cancelled any credit cards linked to my name and then called her parents.

I went to the doctor and was tested.

It was humiliating.

All the while, I was worried about her, where she was, if she was okay. I didn't have time to worry about the baby that didn't survive, I was always worried about Kate.

It's been a year now, and I don't want to be in limbo anymore.

I want to mourn our unborn child.

I want to be close to my family.

I want to be me again.

I looked over at my Grandfather who had been extremely quiet as I thought all of this through in my head. He looked tired, and sad. I leaned forward and ran my hands through my hair.

I nodded at him and said, "Okay, I'll put my notice in tomorrow and call a realtor."

He stood and walked over to me, placing his hand on my head. And for the first time in a year, I cried.

For Katie.

For the baby.

For me.

a/n: Hello! I've posted this because the first two were kind of short. I plan on a weekly posting schedule, most likely every Saturday. This will be HEA, please don't worry. Thanks so much to all of you for the follows, faves and reviews. It makes me so happy. :)

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