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Even today, two years and nine months since the rape, she couldn’t stand to be in the dark. Emily Malone stood over Andrew’s bed in disbelief that he was two years old already. Where had the time gone? She shook her head in wonder as she gazed lovingly at her little boy. Being a single mother was hard, but she wouldn’t have missed it for the world. As always, it amazed her that such a wonderful blessing could come out of such a horrible attack. She pulled the blanket up to her son’s chin and turned to leave making sure the night light was on.
Emily stopped and stared back at her son’s crib, everything would be different tomorrow night at this time. They would be on the family ranch in Texas. She’d missed her Uncle Arty and Abigail a lot over the past few years. The time had come to go back home with her son. Emily knew that she wanted him raised around family. Andrew would love the ranch. It was full of cows, horses and it had the perfect little creek that had always been fun to play in. She would miss her friends here in New York, especially Michael. Although never romantically involved, Michael was the rock she leaned on and would never have made it through that terrible night and the time after if it hadn’t been for him.
Emily opened the door to Michael. “Michael, what are you going to do without me?” She said with a smile on her face.
“I’ll be alright. I still have Rick to spend my nights with.” Michael said.
Knowing that Michael would not be alone made it easier for Emily to leave.
Michael drove them to the airport, leaving the movers to finish packing the rest of their things. At the gate, Michael turned to her and said, “I’m going to miss you two, but I’ll be out there in two months. Call me when you land.”
“I’ll miss you too. I love you, and I couldn’t have done this without you.” Emily said with tears in her eyes.
She hugged him close and he leaned over and kissed Andrew. As she walked through the tunnel to the planes, she looked back one more time as Michael waved and nodded to her. Then she and her son headed home to Texas.
Austin Mathews paced back in forth in the airport lobby, looked at his watch, and then he sighed because the plane was running late. He had already wasted his morning driving out here to pick up his boss’s niece and her son. Now the plane was delayed, which meant his afternoon would be shot too. Finally, the plane landed and as he watched the passengers come through the waiting area, he watched for the one who matched the pictures back at the ranch. Finally, he saw her coming through the gate carrying her son, who was wide eyed and looking at everything.