Prologue:

Flashback: Fifteen Years Ago:

"You can't do this, Tammy!" Jeff yelled at his now ex-girlfriend Tamara.

"It's already done, Jeff. You have to accept this. My father agrees this is for the best. We're leaving Cameron tomorrow and we're not coming back," Tamara replied. "Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be. Just let me go."

"You're eight months pregnant with our daughter! You can't just decide to move away and cut her off from her father and his family!"

"I can and it's done. If you try to fight me, Jeff, I'll get a court order. You don't exactly have the most stable life. I would win and then you would go to jail if you tried to see her. Just let me go."

"Tammy, what happened to us?" Jeff pleaded, defeated. "I love you."

"I love you, but you chose a life of adrenaline. I'm going to give my daughter more than that."

"She's my daughter too, Tamara."

"Not anymore, Jeffrey. Enjoy your life."

With that, Tamara Adams walked out of Jeffrey Hardy's life forever, taking his unborn child with her. Jeff went home to his brother, Matt and his father, Gil, and cried. He'd get over Tamara. She was his friend and lover for almost three years, but he would recover from her leaving him. But she took their unborn child. He'd never get to see her, hold her, tell her about his mother or his childhood. That blow was one Jeff was unsure he could recover from.

Flashback: Ten Years Ago

Every day, Taylor reminded Tamara more of her father and she tried to stop it. She restricted the clothes she wore, the way she did her hair, the activities she participated in. It didn't stop Taylor. There was so much of Jeff in her it was like there was no way to change her.

"Taylor! Let's go! You have to be at your piano lesson in an hour!" Tamara called up to her daughter.

When Taylor didn't answer her, Tamara went upstairs to her room. She flung open the bedroom door to find her six year old daughter perched on her toes at the top of a step stool trying to draw on her ceiling. After the door hit the wall, Taylor got startled and fell off the step stool. Tamara heard a crack and ran over to her daughter, who wasn't even crying. Her arm was at an odd angle.

"Are you alright, Taylor?" she asked her daughter, knowing she wasn't.

"My arm hurts, Mom."

"We're going to the hospital. I'm pretty sure you just broke your arm."

Tamara helped her daughter up and to the car. At the hospital her suspicions were confirmed. Taylor had broken her left arm.