"Do you think this is funny ?" She asks me.

"No, it's not. And it's not even a joke, I'm afraid. Listen… I know it's scary and, also, super weird… But it's the truth." I tell her.

"It says here that I've given birth. Don't you think I would know if I had given birth less than seven months ago ? I believe it would show, wouldn't it ?" She snaps and I can only imagine how awful she must be feeling right now. "Where is this imaginary baby, though ? I've never even seen… Him."

"You have." I whisper.

"I haven't." She says. "I would remember it. Why do you need to make me suffer like this ? You're making me feel like a psychopath."

We're both still crying, for exhaustion, fear, sadness. "Please go on reading the chart."

"I don't want to. I'd rather hear this nonsense coming from your mouth." She's talking with anger and I'm sure she won't believe a word of what I'm about to say.

"Alright." I breathe loudly. "We got back together after the summer of 2015…" She stops me.

"Wait.. What date is it today ?" She looks so fragile right now. I think she's starting to understand that I'm not making fun of her and that her confusion might mean that reality is pretty different from what she's thinking.

"It's May 3rd, 2017." I say and her eyes are wide with a mixture of terror and surprise.

"Well… Go on."

"After like a month you told me that we needed to try for a second baby and that you weren't scared anymore. I was so thrilled, I cried every time I thought about it." I still do, to be honest. "It worked on the second try and on October 10th, 2016, we welcomed our son ." There's a moment of silence, I'm trying so hard not to cry… But I desperately want her to remember us. I believe dates can help her. Maybe having precision will help her. I wait for a second, hoping to see something come up in her face.

Blank eyes.

She doesn't remember anything.

I sigh.

She's still crying.

"The delivery went smoothly, we cried a lot because his birth was so different from Sofia's. We were both fine, no one was risking to die, we thought everything was going perfectly… We finally had our child. After our first miscarriage I honestly never thought we'd get the chance to have a second child… I didn't want to risk losing you again and I knew that Sofia was enough for us. She has always been our little princess, you know ? We went home, we were happy… Like we hadn't been in a long time. Being back together made us happy, of course but… Nothing could compare to Matthew's birth. Our little angel made our lives complete. I remember waking up that damn day. Matthew was asleep on my chest, Sofia was sleeping between us and you were asleep by my side. Everything was perfect, I felt like nothing could possibly go wrong. I went to work, taking Sofia with me and you stayed at home with Matthew, since he was about a week old.

I remember us texting a couple of times.

You sending me cute pictures of Matthew and also one where you were cooking.

Having lunch with Meredith and sharing the joys of a new born, even if Bailey was already a toddler.

Me playing with Sofia and Zola after lunch.

A Broström procedure in the afternoon.

Picking up Sofia from the daycare.

Walking to the parking lot.

Driving home with Sofia singing along to the radio.

Many Frozen songs.

Parking the car.

Looking for my keys, as per usual.

Opening the front door.

Feeling a weirdly uncommon cold hair.

Walking slowly to the living room, calling out for you.

Finding your limp body on the living room.

Not knowing what to do first. Check on you ? Reassure Sofia that you were alright ?

Matthew."

She picked Sofia up and held her close to her chest while she dialled 911. The child had her eyes closed and was crying her heart out, while Callie checked for her wife's pulse.

It was still there.

Arizona was alive.

She was breathing.

"Mama, mama !" Sofia cried.

Callie was frantically running in the house looking for Matthew, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Honey, keep your eyes shut. Everything's going to be alright. Now you need to stay in your bedroom while mommy fixes this, alright ?" She took Sofia to her bedroom and locked the door from the outside. She couldn't let her daughter see what she was seeing.

'911 what's your emergency ?'

'This is doctor Calliope Torres, I need an ambulance at 430 Blanchard Street, my wife and baby have been attacked.'

'Are they alert ?'

'My wife is unconscious, I think she was hit in the head with a bat or something, my baby's missing.' Was she really saying those words ?

She could feel the panic in her own voice, but she tried to sound as calm as possible, she needed to stay calm.

'An ambulance is on its way'

She kept looking for her baby, she was desperate to find him. Rationally, she knew that a week old baby couldn't move on his own, but her heart told her to keep looking. Maybe Arizona had heard someone trying to get inside their house and had tried to hide Matthew. She looked everywhere.

Matthew wasn't there.

She gave up. Matthew wasn't in their house. He would have started crying with all the noise she was making and with Sofia's cries.

She kneeled down next to her wife and checked for any other kind of injury, she breathed out when she realized that the only visible injury was the one to the head. Arizona was breathing, which was all that mattered. Breathing means living.

She felt immediate relief when the paramedics ran inside her house and took her place next to Arizona. She kept asking pointless questions to the paramedics, who told her that Arizona's condition wasn't as bad as it looked. She was breathing, but she was a little bradycardic.

'We were told that there might have been an abduction, we need to call the police.'

'Yes, please, yes. Do it. I'm… I… My daughter… Sofia. I need to take her and we need to go to the hospital."

She ran to Sofia's room and picked her up.

'We're going to the hospital, darling. They're going to help mama there.' She said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

'Mommy, where's Mattie ?'

There was no answer. No correct answer, at least. 'I don't know, princess.'

"Smile, the worst is yet to come. We'll be lucky if we ever see the sun. Got nowhere to go, we could be here for a while but the future is forgiven, so smile."