Forgiving Him|Completed

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I stand up, failing to support myself. Failing to stand on my feet. The tears that I tried holding in pours down my face in pools.

Prison was the last place I expected him to be. Even saying it makes me choke.

"I want to see him" I manage to say through my shock

I feel guilty. Guilty that I didn't trust him. Guilty that I didn't listen to him. I should have listened him at least.

"Visiting hours are over. We'll go and see him tomorrow. I'll go with you. It's the least I could do." He says and I nod.

I get into my car, driving straight home.

The moment I hear the voice of my mother, everything comes rushing back and I use the backdoor. Trying to avoid her. I can't do this right now. I have a lot on my plate. And the last I need is mom explaining why she lied about leaving dad. Why she didn't say the truth but rather made up a story.

I get into room successfully without being caught. Feeling like a teenager all over again. I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower, crying and scrubbing till I feel less guilty.

Clothed in a nightie, I make my way to the triplets' room to see them already dozed off. I miss my girls. And I'm afraid that with all that's going on, I'll become less of a mother than I'm suppose to be.

I kiss their foreheads and leave the room, leaving the door slightly ajar in case of anything.

The last thing I see is an image of Jace in my head before I slip into another world.

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Waking up the next morning, I quickly get ready to leave before anyone sees me.

Meeting up Gideon infront of the restaurant, we head on to Rikers Island in the East River between the Bronx and Queens that is home to New York's main jail complex.

The moment we get there, we head in.

Asking to see Jace Stark, the officer leads us there.
Getting attention and whistles for coming to see Jace Stark is something we experience. Even in jail, he is famous.

The moment I take a seat, a silver door to the room I was seated in is opened, and he stumbles in.

I gasp as his gaze lands upon me. He has the same expression I have on my face. Shock.

He has changed so much. His hair is completely shaved and almost bald. The hair that I used to love running my hand through, that felt soft on my fingers.

He looks more built now. I don't hesitate to run and jump into his arms.

His arms wrap around me, and I cry into his chest.

"I missed you a lot" he murmurs, his voice husky against my ears.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you make me understand? Why did you fail to explain yourself?" I ask, pulling away from his embrace

"I did"

"No you didn't. You made an attempt to, I agree. But you didn't try to make me understand. You didn't try to explain. It's like you wanted me to go"

"And wasn't it worth it? You made a life for yourself. Like you have always wanted to. I may have been in prison, but I always heard about your success. There wasn't a single day when I didn't think of you. I loved you. And I still do. I did this for you. I didn't have the heart to tell you what you father was involved in. I expected that from your mother. But when she didn't it wasn't my place to. I tried saving him, but it landed me here. And I like it that way. Because it made you strong, successful. And I want nothing more"

This may not be the right place, nor the right time, but I press my lips against his. Tasting coffee on his lips. For me, I have fallen in love all over again.

Then and there, I make a promise.

To get him out of here!

Because the worse punishment prison can give you, is to keep you away from family.