Early this morning after we woke up Quinn decided to drive me to the police station. When Quinn wanted to get out of the vehicle and follow me, I protested. It would be completely and utterly stupid for him to follow me into a police station. And he's concerned about my safety? I mentally roll my eyes as I stand in line waiting for the secretary to address me.

"Hello," She smiles at me once I reach the desk, "How can I help you?"

Well, she seems nicer than the other secretary at the prison.

"I'm here to see Andrew McClain." I say.

"Andrew McClain," She types away on her keyboard, "He's not allowed to have visitors right now, sorry."

"Can you please make an exception and call the person in charge? He's my dad." I frown.

She looks at me with a sympathetic look and nods. I stand there waiting and feeling sorry for the people behind me as she dials the head of the department. She explains that I want to see him and that I'm his daughter to the person on the other end. After a few attempts of trying to persuade them she succeeds and waves a guard over.

"Escort her to the interrogation room please," She hangs up the phone, "Give her ten minutes with Andrew McClain and wait outside the door for her."

"Thank you." I smile before I get taken away.

"No problem, sweetie." She beams.

The police officer guides me down cream colored hallways to the interrogation room. My flats move soundlessly against the charcoal colored tile that makes up the floor. He nods at me as he opens the door to the room as if reminding me that I have ten minutes and I should spend them wisely. As soon as I enter the interrogation room a chilling feeling washes over me. It just seems frozen and distant in here. The door closes behind me with a click, causing my dad to speak up.

"If you're here to interro," He turns his head in my direction and stops when he sees me, "Kimberly..."

My eyes scan his tired appearance. His dark brown hair is messed up from constantly running his hands through it while his bluish-green eyes look sad and sleep deprived. His normally pale skin looks paler than normal, which probably isn't good either.

"Hi, dad." My throat starts to constrict.

"You look well," He clears his throat and points to the chair opposite of him, "Have a seat."

At first I'm hesitant, but then I gather a deep breath and remember what I'm here for. I cross the room and slowly sink down into the wooden, brown chair.

"You seem tired." My face remains like an emotionless mask.

"I am," He smiles a bit, "They've been interrogating me like they're going to find treasure if I tell them what they want to hear. The thing is, I've been telling them the truth, it's just not what they want to hear."

"And what would be the truth?" I whisper.

"Kimberly, I was worried about you. After you hung up on me I decided that I'd find a way to see you again. So after awhile I decided to stop by your college, despite Andi being murdered there, which I'm sad to hear happened. Her and Anna were good friends and now they're both gone."

"I see," I pause, "And mom was kidnapped, which I know you know."

"I know," His eyes show no remorse, "But I have a feeling she wasn't."

"What?" I eye him curiously.

"Kimberly," He inhales sharply as if the next few words will hurt, "Do you know why I left?"

"No," I bite my bottom lip, "I honestly don't. I just remember being heartbroken about it."

"I left because I found out something about your mother."

"What?" My eyebrows furrow together.

"Kimmy, she's a murderer and a drug dealer. I saw her murder someone before I left her. I should've taken you and Anna with me, but I couldn't. Vanessa would've gotten suspicious. I told her I was leaving because I found someone else, but I was honestly just scared."

"You're lying!" I start to lose my temper.

"Kimberly, she killed Anna. I found evidence against her. After I heard about what happened to Anna I asked Andi to look around for letters because of the rumor that she left some behind. When Andi broke into your house she found some. Anna wrote that her mom didn't approve of her hanging out with Wyatt and she didn't know why. She later found out about the criminal activities that Vanessa was engaged in and it all became clear to her. She wrote that she was going to find you and run away with you. That was the last thing that she wrote before she disappeared. I'm guessing that Vanessa killed her before she could've told you anything. Then she went on her supposed vacation, leaving you to find out that Anna was murdered, just like I found out. The last time that I talked to Andi she said that she read the letters and that Wyatt asked her questions when he met her. She told him about the letters, but not what they said. She was going to give them to me the night that she died. I never got the letters and so I decided that I'd stop by your college a few days later, hoping to get the letters and find you, but I got arrested instead. Wyatt made a mistake."

"And," My eyes start to water, "And this is all true?"

"I'm afraid it is." His eyes soften.

"Why didn't you tell the authorities this?"

"I couldn't. You have to fix this, Kimberly. You and Quinn do - and anyone else who's helping you."

"How," My eyes widen, "How did you know about..."

"Because," He gives me a sad smile, "I know my daughter."

"Miss McClain," The officer opens the door, "It's time to go."

I shoot my dad an apologetic smile and he returns it as I stand up and start to head towards the door.

"You'll come back for me, won't you?" He asks hesitantly.

"Of course I will." I state.

"Stay safe, Kimmy." My dad whispers.

I smile to myself because even though he was talking to himself, I still managed to hear him. I walk out the door and thank the police officer for his patience and for escorting me. He simply nods and smiles as a reply. I make my way out of the police station and back outside to Esmee's car. Yes, we took Esmee's car now that we don't have Trevor's. I open the door to the white Chevrolet Corvette (Esmee isn't exactly considered poor) and hop inside.

"Well?" Quinn looks at me expectantly and a bit worried.

"I think," I can hear my voice shaking, "I think that I ought to wait until we're all in one place to say what I have to say."

"It's that bad?" Quinn's eyes widen.

"You have no idea." I shudder.

"Are you okay?"

"When am I ever?" I glance over at him.

"I know, it was a stupid question, but do you think you'll be okay?"

"Honestly, Quinn," I gaze into his worried eyes, "I'm not sure."

"Do you think that we could stop somewhere before heading back to Esmee's?" He breaks off his gaze and stares straight out the windshield.

"Where?" I shake my head at his randomness.

"The hospital," Quinn pauses for a bit, "I think we should visit Wyatt."

"I don't mind because I think that's a good idea. Besides, today I learned that family isn't always as it seems."

He returns his worried gaze to me for a few quick seconds before looking away, starting the ignition, and driving us to the hospital.