Evelyn

Parker called me an hour ago, saying he would take me to see Robert. I dressed and told Cathrine to take care of Ezra while I was away. Parker was waiting for me outside. I took a deep breath as I got in the car. Stay strong.

Parker and Greg guided me to the prison cells below the warehouse; the only resident I knew of was Robert. We walked a little bit before we stopped in front of a door. "Five minutes, Evelyn," Parker said.

"If you touch him or put yourself in danger, you're out of there," Greg added.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill," I scoffed.

Parker opened the door, and Robert's head lifted; he smiled when he saw me. "Well, if it isn't Mrs. Halliwell. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I walked up to him. "Are you serious, Robert?" I growled.

"What? I thought we were friends," Robert shrugged.

"Friends? You used Ezra and I to get to Damian," I clenched my teeth. "You bastard!"

"Technically, that's not true. I only found out who Ezra's father was that day outside the bakery. You've no idea how happy I was when I saw Damian Halliwell standing there with you. Damian fucking Halliwell, I was after that bastard for years," Robert said.

"So you felt nothing for me or Ezra? After everything we've been through? Our friendship was fake?" I shook my head.

"Well, I did at first, but when I realized that Ezra had Halliwell blood running through his vein. I hated him as much as I hated his father," Robert chuckled.

"You disgusting man." my fist tightened, and my knuckles turned white.

"No, what's disgusting is wasting two years trying to get you into bed with me ONLY to find out that you were one of Damian's bitches," Robert laughed.

"You bastard," I was almost about to cry.

"We could always hook up now if you want?" Robert offered.

"Back off, Robert," Parker threatened.

I found my first meeting his throat. "How's that for hooking up?!"

"You filthy bitch!" Robert rasped.

Parker and Greg held back a laugh. "Time's up Evelyn," Greg said.

I nodded and went towards them. "Oh, and Evelyn, are you getting fat, or are you carrying another Halliwell baby that I'll have to kill?"

I wasn't facing Robert, but Greg and Parker saw my fear and turned around to open the cell door. I saw flashes of Ezra screaming. His words swam in my head as I tried to focus. This bastard was the reason Damian is dead; he attempted to have Ezra killed, and now he is threatening my unborn child. I saw my vision turn red; I spotted Parker's gun, took it from the holster, and pointed it at Robert.

"EVELYN, NO!" Parker and Greg yelled.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN!" I fired the gun repeatedly until I heard the gun click, signaling it ran out of ammo.

"Evelyn, just give me the gun, nice and easy," Parker gently placed his hands on me.

I could hear Parker asking for the gun, but his voice seemed so far away. I felt like I was suffocating. I shot Robert, not once but numerous times. I knew he was dead because I aimed one shot at his head. I felt the walls closing in on me; I couldn't breathe. It was then that I realized I was still holding the gun. I dropped it like it was on fire and ran.

(One Week Later)

Parker drove me home after I threw up outside the warehouse. Parker reassured me that everything was going to be okay and that he and Greg would get rid of the body.

Now, one week later, every night I go to sleep, I relive the moment I killed Robert. "Mommy, I want Daddy," Ezra cried softly in my arms.

"I know you do, honey, but Daddy had to go away for bit," I said. I still haven't told my son that his father is dead and that he is never coming home. I don't know if I can say it to him or myself.

"What's wrong little man?" Greg said as he walked through the front door.

"Want Daddy," Ezra answered.

"Wanna go outside and play some ball?" Greg asked. "Coop is out there,"

"Okay," Ezra said, getting out of his arms, putting on his shoes, and going out the door.

I had to prepare for my ultrasound appointment, and Parker took me to the hospital. Parker waited patiently in the waiting room as I went into the room with the doctor. I felt the cold gel on my skin as I looked at the monitor and saw my child, Damian's child. I wanted Damian to be here to look at the monitor with me and see his smile as we looked at our baby.

I am around 16 or 17 weeks pregnant.

I took home pictures of my ultrasound and placed them in a scrapbook-like the one I made for Ezra. I was watching TV until the news popped up, describing my regularly schedule program. Breaking news, my ass.

"We apologize for interrupting your regularly scheduled program with some breaking news. We bring you an update on the search for Damian Halliwell and Co. It has been confirmed by air rescue that they're scaling back the search for the missing plane. They want to reassure the family that they are continuing the search on a smaller scale. After intensive searches of the Atlantic Ocean for the last six weeks, no trace of the plane or its occupants has been found. The Chief of the New York Police Department has said it may be time to declare everyone on board dead. Maybe a memorial funeral might give the families some closure. We will bring you more as we receive it," the host said, and then it went to commercial.

"You can't declare them dead without bodies, you idiot. I don't want closure," I angrily threw a book at the wall.

I heard a knock on my door, and Parker entered. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay," I huffed. "The people of the news are talking about declaring Damian dead,"

"You know Damian is dead, Evelyn, deep down you know," Parker said.

"NO, HE'S NOT!" I roared.

"Where is he? Where is your husband Evelyn?" Parker said. "I know if Damian were alive, he would be here. He would never leave you or Ezra this long," Parker said.

"I can't accept it, Parker, I just can't," I said.

"You can and will, for Ezra's sake and your unborn baby. You can't hold on to a ghost, Evelyn. You need to let Damian rest in peace," Parker said.

Parker is right. I have to let him go and start focusing on Ezra and my unborn child. "Will you arrange it?" I asked Parker. "The memororial,"

"You can count on me," Parker nodded and walked out.

What am I going to tell Ezra? How am I supposed to say to him his father never comes home?

Everything had to be prepared for the memorial, even when I woke up today. I wore the ruby necklace that Damian had gifted me for Christmas. When I heard the door opening, I looked at myself in the mirror. I turned around, and I saw the man who I thought was dead.

"Evelyn, I hear you've been giving my men a hard time? Did you miss me, baby girl?" Damian smiled and winked.

"DAMIAN!" I tackled him. "Oh my god, Damian, am I dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming, baby," Damian dipped me under him and kissed me. "I'm back,"