Days had gone by since I'd last been at C.I. It'd been about 3 days after my bitter exchange with Luke and Laurel. They had stolen my sleep and peace of mind. I would watch my son go to bed every night and watch him wake without getting proper sleep. Every time I tried to sleep, I heard Laurel's voice, continuously repeating that she was expecting Luke's child.

"Talk to me. I understand you're hurt, but you shouldn't be." Lydia says, as she enters the kitchen.

"Hi. Good morning." I say, sipping my cup of warm water, lemon and honey.

"Good morning, and again, thank you for letting me crash...