The grave laid in front of you and Kyle - Alana Garrick with your eleven-year-old daughter's name written on it.

You were at hospital in recovery and Kyle promised to take care of Alana, but no, he didn't. Instead, he went outside for private activity.

Kyle promised Alana he would come back with an ice cream that had her favorite flavors, and it didn't happen, only to find her dead body when he returned.

"I'm sorry," An apology escapes his lips that explains guilt and regret. "Sorry I couldn't protect her-" His words were cut off when you yelled, "You weren't at home, Kyle!" With a tear spread on your cheek, "Where were you?"

"I was..." Kyle wanted to say the truth, but he can't without hurting you. Though, he can't hide it. "I was out with...another woman." His gaze wavered away from yours, not wanting to look at the pain in your eyes.