My mom and I talked a few days ago about the day after her arrest. She told me how she felt like she was losing what she loved most. As I wrote this, I only hope to capture a smudge of what she had felt. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. But, please, this is my mom's feelings and I really don't want to fully say it because of that.

The following morning, Joseph, Janine's father, bailed her out using her paycheck that she had received the day before. She had plan to use that money for their house bills, baby expenses and such, but her parents didn't have enough set aside to pay her bill and her younger brother and sister didn't know what had happened yet. As she left the station, she was still in her nightgown but she looked sweaty, tired, and miserable. She had spent the whole night answering questions and couldn't sleep because she was too busy worrying about her child.

They drove home in their old royal blue mini-van. Janine spent most of her time staring out the window while Joseph just concentrated on the road. They didn't have much to say to each other. Usually, they would be talking to each other but Joseph stayed quiet for his daughter's sake.

Nora had called Ibrahim after Irene told her what had happened and he packed his things along with Rosemarie's then left to stay at her house, which was in the next town over and was about a two-hour drive. Joseph and Deidre tried convincing Ibrahim to stay, mainly worried about how Janine would react, but he was unrelenting in his decision to leave and left in the middle of the night.

When they finally reached home, she got out of the car before he could pull into the driveway. Deidre noticed her daughter waiting in front of the front door and opened it to let her in. Janine didn't even look at her mother and quickly ran to her and Ibrahim's room.

Their room was just the size of a regular bedroom that consisted of an oak dresser, a full sized bed, and of course a dark oak crib where Rosemarie would sleep in. When Janine entered the room, she noticed something was off. The bed was made; Ibrahim usually didn't make up the bed when he woke up and noticed that Rosemarie's crib wasn't messy either.

He wouldn't. . . She feared as she imagined the love of her life abandoning her and taking their only child along with him. She stood frozen at the foot of the bed. She heard her heart beat in her eyes and tears started clouding her vision.

Deidre stood at the threshold of the room quietly and unnoticed by her oldest daughter. She didn't have the heart to tell her how her husband, she thought of the word with a bitter taste in her mouth, had just basically kidnapped their child and ran. Her heart swelled as Janine broke down to her knees; she knew what would come next.

Janine felt numb yet dizzy. So many things were going on in her head that she didn't know how to respond to. She feared of losing her husband and her baby. She knew that she needed both of them in her life and can't believe that this is actually happening. Her hand covered her mouth as tears fell from her eyes and sobbed quietly.

Why, Ibrahim? She thought to herself, why did you just leave? Why did you take our daughter too? Her heart broke for the first time in years. She hasn't felt pain like this before. She started blaming herself. She questioned if she really is a bad wife for hitting him and yelling at him. She also questioned why on Earth she didn't see it before.

Many of those who talked about the couple's problems had said many things about the couple. Even though many were on Janine's side, most were on Ibrahim's side all because he was the one who got slapped. They would call Janine the "bitch wife." Only because she would yell at her husband and get angry if he acted rude or didn't listen. Honestly, is all of that her fault? Some of it, maybe, but not all.

Deidre was one of those people who believed that and knew the truth. She knew her daughter wouldn't have acted like that if only her husband had treated her right. As Janine laid on the floor sobbing, Deidre slowly approached her and placed her head on her lap and let her daughter cry.

"He's a fool," Deidre said as she rubbed Janine's back, "Nora had told him to get out of here and be sure to take Rosemarie," The woman spat at her in-law's name, "He's now staying in that house of hers with Rosemarie." Her voice cracked a little because she too wanted to cry, "A mother should never be separated from their child."

Janine sobbed more. She was worried that Rosemarie would be crying for her, her little girl really was a mommy's girl. She started getting horrible mental images of her crying in her playpen alone and neglected, because that is exactly what her father did. He neglected her every time he had to watch her. The last time he watched her alone, they had to rush to the hospital because she choked on her locket and couldn't breathe.

Jade, Janine's younger sister, and Marcus, Janine's younger brother, were standing outside in the hallway as they listened to their older sister cry and their mother trying to soothe her. They felt horrible for her. She constantly goes through pain and most of it is blamed on her. While pregnant, there was many occasions where she almost had a miscarriage and Rosemarie had been born nearly a month early. They knew Janine couldn't bare to lose Rosemarie back then; nobody was able to release her pain. They couldn't even hope that everything would be okay after this. . .

Although no one else but Janine heard it, or maybe she was imagining it, there was a familiar cry of Rosemarie's that rang in her ears. It was a cry only Janine would recognize; it was the "I want my mommy" cry.