What had come as no surprise to me was equally not a surprise to Jacob who suspected and probably knew deep down all along, paperwork be damned. The children were the reason he pushed so hard for me to leave Cole and let him in.
But they weren't enough of a reason to stay. Like me.
Bridget, I wasn't strong enough to stay. I was a coward and a loser and I let the three of you slip through my fingers.
I sat and stared at him for so long he asked me if I was alright.
Alright? Am I alright? No. I don't think I am.
You should go back to the house.
Ben will come for me.
You were hoping that had I known Henry was my own that I would have never left and everything would have been different and things would be okay and I'd still be there to this day.
Something like that.
Life is messy, honey.
It's a nuclear holocaust, Jakey.
And just as if on cue I could hear Ben yelling my name. I stood up so quickly I saw black spots in front of my eyes. I'm late for the party. I have to go.
Bridget. Don't leave yet. We-
The door is open. If you want to go you can go.
Just know you can go. You don't have to stay here anymore.
But I left. I didn't say goodbye or anything else. I need to go celebrate how fucking ridiculously human we are. I really need that lobotomy now, Sam. And I need to go marvel at how wonderfully this child of mine has grown in spite of his tremendously fucked-up parents.