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Chapter two

PRESENT - Vanessa

That night three years ago changed my life forever in so many ways that sometimes I think I am bi-polar with my emotions.
       Apparently it isn't enough to have the memory of him seared in my soul, I have to dream about him too.
      I gasp when my eyes fall over my alarm clock and jump to my feet, nearly knocking my lamp off of my bedside table. It is nearly eight and I am hardly ready for the day ahead of me.
      "Lena!" I scream.
I rush to my closet and throw on my blue jean shorts and a yellow shirt that says, "Take me or leave me."
       I yank my hair into a messy bun and run to Carson's room to dress him.
       My heart aches when I look at him. He looks so much like his father that I have to catch my breath. As fate would have it... Not only memories or arousing dreams are filled with him... But everyday when I look into my son's piercing blue eyes I see Carter Jensen.
       "Hey baby boy!" I peck his cheek and lift him out of his bed. He is nearly two years old now and he was the silver lining of my mistakes. He filled a piece of my soul that I thought I had lost forever.
        "Mumma..." He groans and rubs his face on my shoulder. I gently stroke the back of his head and carry him to my room.
       "Momma's got a big day today. Auntie Lena is going to take you to the park!" I squeak in excitement and my heart nearly explodes with warmth. His face is lit up with a bright heart stopping smile.
      He loves his Auntie Lena. And I love her for being my rock for the past three years. She was there for me when I cried myself to sleep. She was there for me when I delivered him after twenty four hours of labor. And she is here for me now, taking care of Carson while I go to work.
       I of course signed on to a fabulous media agency and have become a rather successful photographer. I've met incredible bands and almost every up and coming pop singer of my generation.
       "Which one do you want to wear?" I hold up a camo outfit in one hand, and dark jeans with a baby blue shirt in the other.
      "That one!" He says pointing at the baby blue shirt. I smile and take the shirt off of its hanger.
      "Momma will meet you afterwards and we'll go get ice cream!" I peck his cheek.
     
        "I must love you. Or I would kill you for making me get up so early." Lena trudged into the kitchen and whines.
       "I'm sorry! But I was told this is a major opportunity I can't miss it. You know I would take him with me if I could."
       "Fine. Fine." She waves me off.
       "His bag is sitting on my bed, he's already changed and I premade breakfast so you don't have a thing to worry about."
       "As always your such a control freak since the little booger came along." She grumbles.
       She is right. I want carson to have everything I didn't. I panic about every detail and my brain is completely hardwired to him.
       "I have to go or I'll be late!" I shriek. I bounce as I shove my feet into my old trusty converses and rush out of the door.
       "Hey Nessa!" My neighbor who just so happens to be my ex-boyfriend, Brody, waves at me.
       "Sorry! I'm late!" I flash him a apologetic smile.
I jump in my car and head to Everglade Studios.
      
      "Ms. Thorn!" Rhigel, my boss says as I enter the building. He has his Bluetooth in his ear and is dressed in his flashy Armani suit.
       "Yes Mr. Brock. I'm sorry I'm late my alarm didn't go off as I planned and-." He cuts me off and his eyes run over his watch.
        He looks at me and arches his brow.
       "Ms. Thorn your fifteen minutes early." His mouth twitches and he crosses his arms.
       "Oh .."
He walks closer to me. His brown eyes scanning over my face as if this is the first time he's seen me in years.
       "Our client will be with us shortly."
       I nod my head. He of course leaves as fast as he had arrived.

       I decide to give my camera a bit of a warm up. I remove it from it's bag and kneel. I take a few shots of the large open area that is decked out in modern designs and funky colors. I capture the pure magic of Everglades Studios. I couldn't have found a better job with people I adore.
        I turn my lens toward the door and just like the night I met Carter, a pair of ripped jeans block my lense.
        I gulp. My hands begin a slow tremble and my lungs refuse to cooperate. I mean I know I am being ridiculous, I know that I can't panic everytime I see someone or something that reminds me of him. But it's like my world hits pause and I just can't breath. What's more is I can feel the air surrounding me become charged with electricity and tension. My shoulders tighten and I have to mentally make an effort to remind my lungs to cycle oxygen. 
       I squeeze my eyes shut and stand up. I beg the heavens for relief, I even expect it.
        I waited for that relief as soon as my eyes lifted from my camera. Hysteria and panic juggle my heart and my stomach in a twisted freak show. Because, it isn't just me being panicked. He is actually standing right infront of me. Carter freaking Jensen.
        Anger swells in my chest. It's hardly fair that He looks the exact same now as he did then. A panty dropping uneven smile and a a delicate brow arched. He's sucking on the hoop on his lips and I feel my chest tighten and hot. Like really hot.
        Nausea rolls in my stomach like poison, my head spins and I have to steady myself.
        "Excuse me." I plaster a fake smile on my lips and stomp toward the rest room. So many different feelings are roaring inside of me. Anger, excitement, fear, guilt. None of them stay planted long enough to really submerse myself.
      I splash some water on my face and dry myself off with a paper towel. I grip the bathroom sink for stability. It feels like the ground has suddenly been ripped out from under my feet.
        "Pull yourself together damnit!" I hiss at myself in the mirror.
         I glue myself back together and straighten my clothes. I put on my brave face and return to the man I so eagerly left behind.
        "Mr. Jensen, this is Vanessa Thorn. She is our most prized photographer." Mr. Brock has returned and is flashing a smug smile. He presented as if I was his prized pony. Which I guess in a way I am.
        "I am well aware of Ms. Thorns talents." He has a charming smirk but there's an edge to his voice. There's also something else glimmering in his eyes that I've never seen before. A hardness as strong as a glacier. His eyes travel over me in a careless cruel kind of way.
        " You will be covering the legendary Cold Stone." Rhigel turns to me with the biggest breath taking smile I have ever seen him produce. And I wish he weren't so stupid. I wish he could see how he just ripped my soul out of my body and stomped on it to death.
        It took me back to the night that Carter Jensen completely drained my heart and infected it with pain. The day he left my world dim and cold like his heart.