The night I was questioned by the cops about my now dead boyfriend's daughter's suicide I didn't think anything could possibly get worse. I had lost my boyfriend and his eldest daughter in less than six hours, and I felt like I was going to lose the last bit of him that I had left of him- you. As I clutched you to my chest, I swore to whatever lay ahead after death that I would never let you go, even if it meant that I would have to go through Hell and back.

The night I was questioned by the cops about my now dead boyfriend's daughter's suicide I waited until my next break before I snuck outside to get a breath of fresh air. My eyes turned towards the starry sky, and it felt like I was looking into your father's eyes for the last time.

I wished that I had only had the chance to say goodbye.

The night I was questioned by the cops about my now dead boyfriend's daughter's suicide I figured out how I could at least say goodbye to the last piece of him that I had left. I started making plans for it in my head as I walked out to my car. I started figuring out the details as I strapped you in your carseat, started up my car, and started to drive towards your father's favourite place to relax.

The lake.

The night I was questioned by the cops about my now dead boyfriend's daughter's suicide I hummed the melody he wrote to his children as I drove a good half hour to the last place he took us to as a family before he… before he left.

The night I was questioned by the cops about my now dead boyfriend's daughter's suicide I drove through the park leading up to the lake to get closer to the edge. I had to get closer to the edge.

I drove over the edge as I began to floor the car into the water.

The night I was questioned by the cops about my now dead boyfriend's daughter's suicide I was so thankful that you were asleep as I felt the water begin to slip into our shared metal coffin, both freezing and drowning us at-