She couldn't do this. She couldn't just leave her there. But everything was already decided. He would take one girl, she would take the other.

She still loved him. All the fights, all the wrong paths had hurt her. They probably hurt him a lot more.

The day it happened was still fresh in her mind. It had only been a few days ago. She was the one who stormed out after the fight, and now she hated herself for it.

They used to hate each other. It was amazing what had happened over time. But now, she supposed, they were back to Square One.

At last, she reached her destination. She laid her head on the dashboard, deep in thought. As much as it hurt her, she knew it was the right thing to do.

She silently picked up her child and got out of the car. She walked through the rain, hugging the baby to her chest.

"Goodbye, Kathryn," Sam Puckett whispered as she set the baby on the doorstep. She rang the doorbell, and with one last look, ran to her car.