Chloe sat on her bed, contemplating her next course of action. Her eyes fell upon her journal resting on the nightstand to the right of her bed. She reached out and grabbed the familiar notebook, freeing the pen from its coiled binding. Flipping open to a random page, she noted the date and began pouring her thoughts onto the paper. The ink flowed as she chronicled her emotions, the unfolding events, and her uncertainties about the future.
October 8, 2019
"Life has become increasingly overwhelming. Lucifer hasn't reached out or spoken to me since his near-death experience while trying to save countless lives. I'm torn about whether I should arrange a meeting with him somewhere. He seems distant, not even talking to Linda, and it worries me. I wish I could help, or at least find someone who knows what to do or say in this situation.
I regret bringing him to Hell, especially now that he's been stabbed twice and has even visited Heaven. It's still mind-boggling to think about him conversing with the actual God, the heavenly Father who created humans, and is Lucifer's own father. I can't fully wrap my head around that fact.
I'm unsure if I should go to the precinct and confide in Dan about everything. I hope he's coping well amidst the chaos that followed our disappearances—Amenadiel's, Lucifer's, Linda's, Ella's, and mine.
I also need to have a conversation with Trixie to see how she's truly doing. Throughout all of this, I'm pretty certain she's upset with me for what I did four months ago. Once we talk, we can figure out her Halloween costume together. I have just enough money in my savings account to buy her a costume and take her out to dinner, wherever she chooses. I hope she's okay and knows that Lucifer and I have reconciled. Most importantly, I hope she understands how much I love her, even if she doubts me or doesn't believe it."
As Chloe turned her head, she noticed Trixie standing in the doorway. "Honey, I was just about to talk to you," Chloe said, patting the left side of the bed invitingly. Trixie sat down, her expression reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"I understand that you're mad at me, and I wish I could turn back time to undo what I've done. It was a terrible mistake, and I'm truly sorry. I wasn't in the right state of mind, and when I discovered that someone else knew about it, I felt relieved that I wasn't alone in carrying that burden. I... I thought I wasn't losing my sanity. It was only after I saw him in... in Heaven that I realized the truth. He was never the evil figure the world portrays him to be. He's a misunderstood angel—"
"It's okay, Mommy. I forgive you," Trixie interrupted, wrapping her arms around her mother and resting her head in the crook of Chloe's neck.
Relief washed over Chloe as she held her daughter. "So, Monkey... How about we go out for a meal? You can choose wherever you want," Chloe asked, tilting her head slightly to meet Trixie's gaze, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.