"Leaving pieces of me behind. And I feel like I'm breaking inside."- Breaking Inside, Shinedown

Episode : Episode 7 "Breaking Inside"
Written By: Kelly Zollo

Scene 1: 1421 Firestone Cir., West Lake, NY

It’s morning, the bright light from the sun casting an overcast on the windshield as Karen Donovan makes the street turn. Tires crunching over the snow as she plows her way down the driveway of the estate. She has finally gotten out of the house for the time being, a slight break in her day turning into a frenzy with the staff who didn't know how to react as their normal routine was broken. She doesn’t know what has compelled her to head down the road and to the Harvell estate, she doesn’t even know what possessed her to do it other than the feeling she got earlier in the morning. She had been clearing out photo albums earlier at the breakfast table and came across Hannah’s that had been put in a pile, her daughter’s work and instantly felt a need to do something about it.

No one had been into Hannah's room in years, she had forbade it she wasn't ready to go through with sorting through the things that used to remind her of her little girl or getting rid of any of it either. She had been careful looking over the bedspread and the posters on the wall of her innocence, moving to the closet and tracing her fingers along the fabrics of her clothes that still lined it. Hand reaching up and fighting back tears as she reached for Hannah's photo albums, she had always loved the camera since she was nine and her father had bought her one for Christmas. She loved taking pictures of her friends, placing them in albums and Karen is already pulling them down to go through them, a smile on her face as she remembers the good times pausing at the last album.

The pictures of her daughter with Vanessa and Cade Harvell sent her mind into a frenzy of emotions, as her fingers turn the pages going back through the painful memories through Hannah's eyes and lens of her last year. It was all so long ago, years of pain and suffering all reflected in the bright happiness of the photos, a time when the Harvell's and their family were close, almost a unit. A time when her daughter had a smile on her face around her best friend and her boyfriend; a time when her son was happy on the hood of his car with Vanessa. They compelled to bring her to where she was now parking the car in the driveway at the Harvell's, she gets out as Sharon Morris spots her from behind the screen door jaw open in shock and the two stare at each other for a few moments.

Sharon has spent the morning going over case files for the firm, coffee cup in hand and avoiding the clock on the wall in order to prepare for her trip upstate to pick up Garrett, still trying to process it all. Callie is at work and has been for a few hours and Vanessa is upstairs sleeping, after getting in late the night before from having dinner with Brian, Langston called to ask if she wanted company on the drive and she stated no. Facing the man who abandoned her is something she must do on her own, without her sister there and without her children, she glances out the window as she hears an engine pull up the drive. Her eyes have to do a double take, as she rises from her chair to make her way to the front door and hold it open starring at Karen.

“Karen? I didn’t expect you to come by it has been a few years,” Sharon offers, coffee mug in her hand.

Karen looks over at Sharon as she climbs the steps of the home and the front porch, her friend looks tired and worn from behind the door and suddenly she isn't sure she can be here or do what is right. She looks around the porch for a sign of Vanessa, peering past Sharon who holds the door open for her to step into the house and out of the cold, she nearly declines until she hears a noise upstairs. The footsteps coming from the stairs down to the door, as Vanessa stares at her from behind her mother at the bottom of the stairs hands fiddling at her sides with worry. It has been years since Vanessa has spoken to her, seen her and part of her wants to run up the stairs and head back to her room the other part, the logical part wants to cry, to tell the mother of her one time best friend how sorry she is about everything.

“I was hoping that I could talk to you for a moment?” Karen asks Vanessa, her tone quiet.

Sharon moves to interject stopping when her daughter emerges from behind her nodding her head, making her way to the bright kitchen takes a seat on one of the chairs Karen follows a few seconds later and silence engulfs the three women. Vanesssa shifts her hands uncontrollably on her lap in order to calm her nerves with Karen Donovan and looks to her mother for support. Sharon is in shock at the events Karen has never spoken to her since the accident, never even looked at her and she is now on her kitchen lips pursed near a blubbering mess in front of her daughter. This was not how she had expected her day, with everything going on with Garrett she had expected a quiet morning at home and then a drive up to get her estranged husband.

“I want you to know that, I don’t blame you for it. I was going through some of Hannah’s things today, I came across her photo album of that last year,’ Karen says, pausing for a moment to take out the photo to show it to Vanessa tears filling her eyes. ‘She loved you so much. I know that she would be upset with how things happened after the accident.”

Vanessa takes the photo tracing her fingers over Hannah’s face and her own for a bit, her eyes stopping on her brother and Jacob, she bites her lower lip to keep from crying. Something she hasn't done since being home. She closes her eyes at the emotion and the sensations that try to overwhelm her, she doesn’t know what to feel other than slight relief at the gesture and kindness that Karen has shown at the moment. She looks at her mother again for some sort of interjection but is stopped by Karen’s voice again.

“I was hoping maybe you and I along with your mother, could sit and enjoy some coffee, like we used to. Talk about what your plans are now that you are out. Talk about everything that you’ve missed out on.”

Vanessa can only look over at Karen, who has tears in her eyes at the younger woman before her mother is moving to get the coffee from the pot on the counter, pausing to hand it to Karen. Wiping her own eyes with the back of her hand feeling the wetness of a few tears, Vanessa has a small smile on her face as she attempts to hand the photo back. Stopping when Karen’s eyes met her own and she shakes her head no, knowing that the photo of the four of them is now where it should be with Vanessa again. Karen takes the cup from Sharon, half expecting to feel out of place in the house that she used to visit, instead she reaches her hand out to Vanessa and pulls her into her arms. Tears echo the kitchen at the gesture and for the first time in four years Karen feels whole again about her daughter leaving and forgiving the girl that she used to think of as her own.

Scene 2: Fairfield Investments

Cade has immersed himself in work since the rehearsal dinner, going back and forth with calls and flights, taking extra clients to fill in the hours that he is not working or sleeping and avoiding Kate, he has been for weeks. The distractions of selling houses in a mundane task to go ahead and up the real estate market serves to fuel his need to work that is all he can do, all he can think about. If he thinks about his family turning his back on him he gets angry and sullen, if he thinks about his step mother and the hurt he has caused her he feels guilt, if he stops to think about his father he will break down. Kate is the furthest thing from his mind in the mist of his problems and he feels that sooner or later he will have to tell her so, that it just isn't working out.

It never really works out for him like it should no matter who he is with his two year relationship with Kate is his longest since Hannah has passed, he closes his eyes at the thought and wonders if Hannah would approve. He would think that she would want him to be happy, he just isn't sure if she would be happy with him sleeping with one of her closest friends from the other side. He never really knew Kate that well growing up, she was always attached to his sister and Hannah, part of their crowd while he instead spent his time in boarding school mostly away from home. When Hannah died, he was introduced to a different girl, one who stood by her friends throughout the tough times, one who never expected to be dumped over her loyalty, a girl who had it all together.

Everything is changing so quickly for him and his world, his sister being home after years away and now his father being released from the psychiatric unit that he had him admitted to, he isn't sure what he wants anymore. Perhaps he should of told Jessica yes at the dinner, maybe it would ease his mind or at least distract it from the craziness that he is feeling and going through at the moment with his life. He looks up from his desk as the door opens unannounced and Jacob Donovan strides into his office, clearly upset and he isn't sure why he would even be at the firm to begin with. Rising from his chair as Jacob closes the door behind him, he picks up the phone to call his secretary to find out why he is even there only to be stopped as Jake reaches over and hangs up the phone.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Jacob states, not even sure why he is standing in Cade Harvell's office in the first place or what has possessed him to get into his car and drive around for hours filtering the information he had someone dig up on Brian McAllsiter. Not even sure he cares so much if half of his back story doesn't even make sense with what the private investigator has turned up, all that he does know is that is driving him insane with worry. He hasn't slept well since the night of the dinner when Vanessa stormed away and went straight into Brian's arms and he doesn't know how to talk any sense into her. She won't return his calls, Sharon hangs up on him when he calls the house, Callie has told him that she doesn't want to speak to him, so his last resort is her brother.

To him Cade looks like hell, looks like he hasn't slept in weeks despite being in a suit and tie behind the desk going over contracts for the housing market, a market that is going downhill with the rest of the country. He looks like Vanessa, especially the eyes curious, questioning and mysterious and he supposes that goes with being twins, they both take after their father in features. He runs a hand over his head for a bit as he paces back and forth in front of the desk wondering how he should word this to Cade, someone he used to just be able to talk to. He hasn't talked to Cade in years, they used to be friends he saw Cade all the time at the house and he was always with Hannah; attached at the hip they all were until his sister died.

"Listen, Jake I don't even know why you are here or what you want...," Cade says, being cut off seconds later.

"He's lying to her," Jacob says, his tone quiet.

"What are you talking about?" Cade asks.

"Brian, he has her wrapped around his finger. Did you know that he never attended Berkley? That there is no record of him there?" Jacob follows, pacing back in front of the desk again.

"So this is about my sister?" Cade asks, eyebrow raised at his sister's ex.

"What else would it be about?" Jacob retorts.

"I don't know a simple how are you doing Cade? I have been a jackass for the last few years would be sufficent opposed to having your boxers in a bunch over Vanessa and Brian's relationship," Cade replies, still unsure of what Jacob is asking him to do.

Running a hand over his face for a bit Jacob tries to gather her thoughts in order as Cade points out the obvious facts about the matter at hand, he and Cade haven't spoken in years and he has been a jerk for most of it. Something that at one point he could have blamed on Vanessa and the accident and now he realizes he only has himself to blame, at the end of it he was the one who cut Cade out. He takes a few breaths to calm down, knowing that if anyone can talk to Vanessa it is Cade, knowing that her brother is bound to look at him as if he has lost his mind.

"I need you to talk to her about Brian. I tried talking to her at the rehearsal dinner and it didn't go very well, I just don't trust him. Please Cade, I wouldn't ask if I had anyone else to go to," Jacob pleads, waiting for Cade's reaction.

Cade doesn't even know why he is considering it, let alone having the conversation at the moment inside his office with his ex dead girlfriends brother but he is, he likes Brian but if there is a flaw in the story he has to question it. Even if he doesn't want to question it because his sister has been as giddy and happy as he has ever seen her in years, even if it means hurting his twin again. He doesn't even know if Vanessa will listen to him they haven't really talked since she has been home, she has spent her time at the house, with his mother, Callie, Kate or Brian.

"I don't even know if she will talk to me Jake," Cade finally manages to get out.

"You two used to tell each other everything."

"Thing change Jake, they haven't been normal for years.' Cade says, pausing for a moment as he relents. 'I'll give it a try see what she does or doesn't know and get back to you."

"Thanks," Jacob manages, finally able to stop pacing he turns to make his way to the door when Cade speaks again.

"I never told her about you coming to see her after the surgery, we were all going through so much; you and your folks with Hannah, her dealing with the accident. I thought it was for the best. For the record I am sorry for that, maybe if I would have told her things would be different, maybe you two would have been able to talk work something out, she still doesn't remember what happened at the party that night.' Cade says, opening the door for him as he watches Jacob's body tense. 'I would think it would be best for everyone involved if my sister never remembers what happened at that party. I'll give you a call."

The words haunt Jacob Donovan as his eyes meet Cade's eyes and he knows that Cade knows the truth, nodding his head he goes ahead and leaves the office guilt once again rising.

Scene 3: 574 Shoreline Dr. Apt #4

Austin Alexander has spent the last hour looking over wedding costs between him, Liz and their parents trying to decide how in the world the running total for his pending nuptials came to a total of about fifteen thousand dollars. Not even sure if the wedding itself is even worth that much at the moment, he has no idea why he even agreed to spend such an extravagant amount in the first place. His parents can afford it that is not the problem, the problem lies in all the must haves that his fiance has insisted on such as a dove release in the middle of December, or flowers that are out of season. Part of him feels that Liz has changed into a completely different person over the last few weeks, she is running around beyond happy, overly excited and jumpy at every turn and he knows that Kate has told him that she is worried about her.

He has assured her that it is just wedding jitters for Liz to be acting out of character the last few weeks instead of the nice and friendly Liz that everyone knows and loves; his job of assuring Kate now planting doubts in his own head. He was ready to get married or so he thought and he was ready to get married to Liz and spend the rest of his life with her and now he isn't sure. Currently, she is in the bathroom getting ready to head out so they can meet with the florist to finalize the wedding preparations and he is already looking at the cost of the flowers with scrutiny. Another, cost that is so exorbitant that he doesn't even know why they are forking out the money for it, he looks up as she comes out tissue placed against her nose and he rises from the couch.

"You feeling alright?" Austin asks, concern in his voice that she may be getting a cold.

Liz has spent the last hour in the bathroom staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror while the shower water ran trying to understand what she was thinking buying more of the cocaine. The white packet clutched tightly in her right hand as she weighs the mental battle in her head, she has been using more has been since Kate and her talked at the rehearsal dinner. The wedding is a few weeks away and she isn't even sure she wants to get married now, her wedding party is awkward around each other, she has been operating in a haze due to the drugs and the stress. She and Austin used to be happy before the craziness of planning a wedding and a life together took over their lives, she used to be clean until she felt pressured to have the perfect wedding.

Pete called to let her know that he would come home for the wedding and part of her immediately wants to stop using if only for that to see her brother again, years after he left her and her mother alone. Her mother has been working extra hours to cover her part of the wedding costs and she cannot help but feel more guilt that she has piled on with her demands for her wedding day. She reaches her free hand in the shower and turns it off, going through the motions of running the hair dryer and then spending the time she normally would on getting ready to head out, closing her eyes as she places the packet inside of her purse. She doesn't need the hit right at the moment and when she raises her head she finally sees the blood coming from her nose, grabbing a tissue to to stop the bleeding as she leaves the bathroom. Looking at Austin as he asks if she is feeling alright, shaking her head eyes.

"The air, its a bit dry small bloody nose that is all. You ready to head on over the the florists?"

"Can we talk about some of the wedding stuff?" Austin asks.

Liz tenses not sure what he could want to talk about, perhaps he is calling the whole thing off or perhaps Kate made good on her word and told him.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

"I just wanted to go over some of the stuff that is on our list of what we want. Do we really need a dove release? The flowers that we are paying to have shopped from a greenhouse because they are out of season? I just want to go over some of it decide if we really need them," Austin offers hoping to not upset her.

Liz has not thought that he could be just overwhelmed by what she has asked for in the wedding, relief floods her as she realizes that is what it is about; things she has asked for. He isn't asking about the drugs, where she gets them from, how long she has been doing cocaine or really when she plans on stopping; he is focused on doves and flowers. Part of her is hurt that he is even asking if they are really a necessity but the other part of her can only take a seat on the couch next to him, taking the budget from him to look over the costs about what they do and do not need. She does want the flowers she has picked out; she has fell in love with them since meeting with the florist to design the bouquets and planning how they will look. Doves, however she realizes have been more of a guilty pleasure from watching, chick flicks as a little girl and romancing the thought of about two dozen being released as you leave the church doors.

"I really do want the flowers Austin, they just fit with the rest of what he have picked out. I think if it would make you more comfortable we can go ahead and cut the doves out," Liz says, hoping the agreement of dropping one will suffice.

Austin feels a slight relief when she agrees to cut the doves from the ceremony something that he is certain that he never really wanted to agree to in the first place, something he is certain he originally said yes to because she wanted it. He pauses for a moment to nod his head in agreement at her a small smile on his face, this is the Liz that he loves normal calm Liz one who can make rash decisions. She isn't going over the top or all over the place with ideas and demands, she simply is sitting on the sofa going over their budget and making a reasonable agreement. He can rest a bit easier knowing that now that the doves has been taken care of he can actually focus on the wedding or at least he thinks he can, he looks up at her as her voice filters through his thoughts.

"Doves are a go. We should probably leave now so that we're not late on our appointment," Liz says, standing from the couch.

He offers her another nod of his head as he grabs their coats, helping her into hers and then opening up the door of the apartment to head on out.

Scene 4: 1298 Hollow Oak Way; West Lake, NY

Brian looks up from his paperwork to steal a glance at Vanessa, who is flipping through a magazine that has been laying on his coffee table sitting on the other end of the couch, she has been there for a few hours the call earlier prompting her over to the house. She called slightly upset, her mother had went ahead and started the drive upstate and she had let him know about Karen Donovan coming to visit and he let her know he would be by to pick her up. Callie was working and she said that she wasn't sure she wanted to bother Cade with what she was feeling, Kate was covering a shift at the hospital, so that left him. Despite the warning in his head to just talk to her on the phone and not immerse her anymore into the tangle of lies he and Ryan have created to get close to her, he was in the car driving to pick her up.

They haven't really talked about her run in with Jacob at the rehearsal dinner or the awkward car ride that had occurred as he drover her home that night, her sitting in the seat next to him fidgeting. Nothing else has happened between them since then either, he has summed it up to needing to have patience with her and with what had happened, he isn't suppose to feel connected to her. Feeling connected and drawn to her only makes him feel guilty that he has mislead her on for the last few years, not that he didn't want to do the book he does, he has however lied to her about bits and pieces of his past. In order to find out the truth surrounding his father and what happened that night, he has lied to her about his family, where he went to school and worse lied to her about his intentions.

"Do you want something to drink?"

Vanessa looks up at him from her magazine, his voice breaking through the swarming thoughts in her mind and the pictures that are in front of her in the magazine; trying to figure out what in the world the latest celebrity is thinking with a fashion statement. His tone is warm and genuine with the question, his eyes are warm a look that she is all to acquainted with by now with him and their semi quasi relationship. She still isn't sure what to call it, or even if they should label it at this point; especially now that Karen stopped by the house and she came face to face with Jake at the rehearsal dinner. She hadn't expected to have years of feelings for Jake come flooding back to her in a few minutes, she hadn't been prepared for him to be near pleading with her to stop the book and she had considered it for a second.

The visit with Karen had been the most unsettling, the hardest part of being out of prison having to look at Hannah's mother in her kitchen seeing the hurt mixed with forgiveness, losing herself in front of Karen. After Karen had left her mother had went ahead and prepared for the drive up to see her father, she had asked if she wanted company, Sharon informed her that she needed to pick up her father alone. She was then left with an empty house, the picture Karen had given her and her own thoughts; which varied from guilt, anger, hurt, resentment, longing and stopping when she called Brian. She needed to get out of the house for a bit, no one else was available for the day she had come to depend on him worse she had come to rely on him to just be there for her.

"That would be great," Vanessa says, pausing to look at him.

Brian shifts his hands in his lap for a bit before rising from the couch to go to the kitchen mentally deciding that coffee would work, to go with the chill outside and the comfortable feeling inside the room. He doesn't have time to make it to the end of the couch as Vanessa rises as well, her body coming into contact with his and he can already feel the rush of desire that comes with the motion. Both stand there awkwardly for a bit unsure of the next move that the other should or shouldn't make, after a few moments he breaks the contact to make his way to the kitchen. Once there he goes ahead and puts a pot of coffee back on to return to the living room, watching her look out the window and the snow that is falling outside.

"It's snowing again. I should probably get back soon," she says.

He feels his mouth go dry and before he can stop the statement it spills out of his mouth, "You could always stay for the night."

The statement makes her turn from her place at the window and stare at him, she has wanted to stay for weeks he has just never brought up the suggestion of it before until now. She hasn't really been with anyone in years, even in prison it really wasn't her style and most of her block mates kept at away from her something about murder made you an outcast. Her hands are already playing with the soft fabric on her shirt, the coffee pot is buzzing in the kitchen and Brian moves from his spot in the doorway to look at her. He can tell she is nervous as he places his hands on her shoulders, to move some hair out of her face before his lips are on hers. Neither hear the ringing of her cell phone, as both struggle for air and footing that is found on the sofa again, her pulling him down on top of her.

Brian finally breaks the contact to pull back and speak, "Are you sure?"

Vanessa doesn't bother with an actual answer instead reaching her lips up to his again to capture his lips.

Scene 5: Flight #687, New York City, NY to San Diego, CA

Callie doesn't remember why she agreed to take the trip with Tyler after showing him out of her office weeks ago, all that she does know is she is in second class in a cramped up seat going over some affidavits for a case at work. Tyler, is busy plowing over Hannah's case file and the small lead that they got on Ethan Leavitt, a hard man to track down and something that she had been willing to let Tyler do on his own. Unfortunately for her common decency and a conscience had won out in the end, she called him last week to let him know that she would go with him for moral support. He asked about her father and if she had a good time at Liz and Austin's rehearsal dinner and the two seemed to reconcile for a bit, having dinner the following evening with a nice bottle of wine followed by her staying with him for the night.

She had thought that being involved with him would be odd, cause some sort of awkwardness with Hannah looming between them, she has been proven wrong there is nothing that seems to be odd or strange to her about them. She is certain that part of it was her profession she has to question motives and facts everyday at the firm, leading her to often question her own life and her own choices. She glances up as the flight attendant starts to shut off the lights in the row in order for other passengers to go to sleep on the flight, they had opted to take the red eye seeing that it worked for their schedules. She was still trying to figure out it Greg had actually gotten the department to pay for the trip, or if the flight was going to be on Tyler's own expense.

"Could you please leave ours on. We're getting some work done, thanks," Callie asks, glancing up at the attendant who then nods.

"Thanks, I have a lot to go over before we land," Tyler says.

He is grateful that Callie is with him, for what he hopes to be the final break in the case that he needs the questions he wants to ask the leading crime scene investigator on the case about the car, more importantly Vanessa's toxic screen. The eye witness statements from the party do no coincide with that some of the results are saying, twice the legal limit of alcohol and more importantly the faulty car results. He knows his family, he knows that Hannah's car was a show model had the best that his parents could afford, there is no way that the seat belt or the brakes would malfunction. Leading his mind to wander about where his thoughts are going, something deeper, something that isn't sitting right in his stomach, if the car was tampered with it meant that someone wanted Hannah dead.

It also meant that Callie's sister had spent the last four years of her life inside a prison cell for a crime that she possibly couldn't have prevented even if she would have tried, there was evidence that the car swerved to him that meant that Vanessa tried to stop. He hasn't been able to get an answer out of Vanessa from his brief visits to talk to her about the accident, she doesn't remember and if she does she certainly isn't wanting to tell him. He is concerned about Callie, he has been since the news broke about Garrett being alive everyone had thought he was dead somewhere on the side of the road. No one guessed that he was a mere four hour drive upstate at a prestigious mental institution, that he had been admitted by Cade while Callie and her mother were gone in Paris.

"Have you talked to your dad yet?" Tyler asks, pausing from the paperwork to look over at her.

Callie shakes her head no at him, taking a deep breath before speaking, "No my mom was going to pick him up today. I called before we left the airport got her voicemail and Vanessa's. I would think they made it home alright."

Tyler watches her shift in her seat for a bit at the question, the subject was still sore for her he knows that it really is all Cade's fault in the first place, something that is still bothering her even though it has been in the open for weeks.

"Have you talked to Cade yet?"

"No."

The answer is final and clear, he also knows that it is better that it just be dropped opposed to pressuring her to talk to her brother, the lie and the betrayal was still fresh and raw it would take time to heal. He offers her a small smile, reaching his hand across the seat to take her hand in his, as a way of support and comfort letting her know that he is there for her if she wants to talk about it. He turns his attention back to the case file, going over a few of his personal notes wondering if he should in fact go ahead and turn off the light and attempt to get some sleep.

"I'm really glad that we worked things out. I know how important this case is to you," Callie says, hand still holding his. Leaning back her seat for and adjusting her pillow.

She is tired, obviously ready for some sleep. Taking the file he places it back inside his bag before reaching up to turn off the light, "I am too. Thanks for coming with me."

Scene 6: Bridgewater Mental Institution, Upstate New York

Sharon places the car into park, pausing for a moment to look at the brick building in front of her with bars on the windows a chill running through her it reminds her of the prison, except there is no barb wire fence and it is not maximum security. The drive up had been long, long and quiet, she had considered not showing after Karen left the house, instead packing a bag of overnight clothes in case the snow got to bad and headed on down the interstate. She hasn't spoken to Helen Porter since the call from Dr. Hornock regarding Garrett, the hurt was to much Helen had helped Cade lie to her, worse her own son had lied to her about where his father was for years. She had been left to wonder where Garrett had been ever since she and Callie arrived home from a trip from Paris, his office was cleaned out and his clothing left in the closet. The madness of files on the office walls from Vanessa's case were gone almost as if her husband didn't exist.

She had thought that he had went on a trip for the first few weeks, then the weeks turned to months with no word, eventually she gave up on the thought and settled on that he was dead lying in an alley somewhere. Gripping her hands on the wheel, she takes a deep breath before getting out of the car, adjusting her coat around her as she comes into contact with the cold December air. She takes her time on the way up the parking lot and to the sidewalk, unsure of what waits her inside the doors of the institution once inside she is greeted by an elderly woman who asks for her name. Confirming that she has an appointment and then signing her name into the log sheet, she takes the directions that she is given to the elevator and the ride to the third floor.

The facility is different than the prison on the inside, there is a pale blue or green on the walls instead of grey, a bit of cheerfulness she guesses to help with the people that are sick inside and she supposes that she should be grateful for that. Once she reaches the floor the doors open, following the directions to another desk where the young blond behind the counter named Marie goes ahead and leads her down the hall to an office. Informing her that Dr. Hornock will be right with her, she nods her head and takes a seat in the chair turning when an older man in his late fifties enters with Garrett by his side. Years of not seeing him and still he looks the same, his eyes are a bit brighter than she remembers and she has to look away to keep the tears at bay, he is alive and well.

"I am so very glad that you could come Mrs. Harvell," Dr. Hornock states, reaching his hand out to shake her own before taking a seat behind his desk. 'Often times family members find it difficult to help a patient transition back into society."

She is quiet, glancing over at Garrett briefly for a moment before turning her attention back to Dr. Hornock.

"Garrett, has made great progress with us since his admittance for his paranoid schizophrinia. He is taking is medication, therapy is going very well and he feels that he is ready to come home. Of course that is with the stipulation that he has a stable environment to go home too," Dr. Hornock states, reading over medical files to look up at Sharon waiting for an answer.

Sharon doesn't even know how the words escape her lips, "Of course Garrett has a home to come back too."

"I will go ahed then and step outside give you two a few minutes alone then. Make sure paperwork is in order," Dr. Hornock says, rising from his chair in the room to head out the door.

The room is engulfed in silence for a few moments before Garrett's speaks.

"I'm glad you came Sharon. I wanted to tell you what was going on, but Cade and the doctors thought it would be better for me to have time alone. For me to get better and stop living in the fantasy that I was a part of."

His words seem to fall on deaf ears for a few moments as Sharon stares straight ahead. He has never seen his wife like this, so distant and so cold; angry at him and the situation that he had created. He was sick, battling something in his mind about Hannah's case, working eighteen hour days trying to find a reason for why things didn't add up, blaming himself for his daughter going to prison. Insisting that someone was out to get him and his family, that people were watching him wherever he went, that they had bugged the office and the house. Right down to when Cade found him that afternoon, a disheveled mess in his study, photos on the wall with writing and notes scattered everywhere, him cowering in a corner covering his ears to stop the voices.

He had to go away, go away and get help to make everything stop Cade assured him that the press wouldn't find out about it, he handed his son the card in his desk for Bridgewater, never telling his son that was where Leann had been sent to. It was where Leann had went to get help for her depression after the twins were born, she returned home and years later committed suicide, by hanging herself in the library. For a few years he was engulfed in work to get over the loss of his first wife, work and raising Cade and Vanessa until he met Sharon, he then began to feel again. Now he only hoped that they could get past his time away from her and the children, that they could be a family again.

"We should probably go, the roads will be getting pretty bad soon," Sharon finally says, glancing at him before rising from the chair in the office.

Garrett follows her lead rising from his own, as Dr. Hronock appears handing some papers to Sharon to sign going over his medications with her. Leading them out the door of the office so that they could begin the drive back to West Lake.

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