The place was huge and scary. Bars lined every window and pretty much every entrance to a hall way. All of a sudden I didn't want to be hear, didn't want to hear what my father would say, I knew it was all lies.

"We can leave," I said turning around but she clutched my arm turning me back toward the table.

"It'll be okay sweetheart just sit down and try to relax,"

I was so nervous that it took everything in me not to accept Bailey's invitation to leave. It's been so long since I'd seen him. She let out a shaky breath before sitting down again, I didn't know if I should sit too or stand or let them talk it out on their own. Looking around I noticed all the guards and was sure she'd be okay.

"Bailey do you mind if I step out for a moment?"

"No...I guess not," she bit her lip glancing to the door the prisoners would be led out of.

Nodding I rushed out just as the above light to that door turned green and they began to file out.

When they told me I had a vistor I assumed it was Aiden but instead of a private room I was led with the rest of the inmates to the main vistor locatation. Exiting the door my mouth dropped open, there she was sitting nervously at the table tapping her fingers and tracing outlines. It had been awhile since I've seen her, at least a month or two it feels like.

"Bailey!" she lifted her head giving me a giant smile that warmed my heart in all the right spots. I went over as quick as possible wrapping my arms around her and hugging her tight.

"Daddy I missed you so much," she cried into my chest as I let her legs touch the ground once again.

"I know sweetie," I sighed kissing the top of her head, pulling her away from me so I could see her face, "I'm sorry you have to go through all this."

She nodded wiping the tears away as we sat down, across from each other. She at least looked healthy although her hair was starting to turn back to blonde, "Your hair?"

Bailey fingered it self consiously, "I know. I have to go get some dye. They don't really let me out of their sights."

"Think you'll go blonde again?"

"No way. I want to look like mom, its why you dyed my hair when I was little and it'll be why I continue." she nodded at the end to signify that was it.

"So what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked scratching the back of my neck needing to know why she was here especially because I didn't think Paula or Christine would let her.

Bailey took a deep breath before opening her mouth than shutting it, licking her lips, glancing around than settling her blue eyes on me, "Why is this happening? Is it true?"

Tilting my head giving her my best parental look I'd mastered by the time she was seven, "Do you think it is true?"