'I'm going away, to live with my father.' I'm about to sob slipping out of bed to rove on closer to him. He drew me near, placing my arms around his waist, and then now deciding to fall; my tears stream down my cheeks. I'm now crying, 'I don't want to leave you, she's forcing me I-' I stutter as he hushes me, wrapping me up in his arms while we stand together rocking me back and forth, soothing me. 'It's - It's okay, I'm not going to let you go without a say.' Milo cracks a smile. I return my gaze, this time into his eyes.