I knew it. This was a bad idea. I just knew it.

First off, I knew the kids wouldn't take it well but Net was the eldest. Normally, he wouldn't show any emotion but as soon as they tried to tell him and Faith to split up. He grabbed her and wouldn't let go. Ella didn't stop crying. It smashed my heart into pieces. Michael and Sherlock were acting out of character; with the twins wrapping themselves around my legs. I wondered at that moment, how many sighs over the years had passed my lips. I was bored with seeing sadness on my little family's face.

Time and time again, I've always been so useless. From the first moment we meet to right here and now. He saved me. I hadn't thought of escaping before he passed my cell that night. I wouldn't have had that freedom. I wouldn't have learn, saw or known anything at all.