Spencer slowly walked up the path towards her house and nervously braced herself for the anger that would be thrown at her when she entered.

“Where the hell have you been, Spencer Grace Carlin!” Glen yelled at her as she stepped in the house. Spencer looked at her brother and smiled apologetically.

“Sorry, Glen.” She said meekly. Glen shook his head and continued to glare at her.

“You’re lucky you got here when you did because right now Chelsea and I have to take Aasha to the doctor.” Spencer looked at the family with a ton of guilt as they left. Spencer had forgotten her niece, whom was autistic, had an appointment with one of California’s best doctors.

Spencer sighed and walked into the living room to her children.

“Mama!” Justin jumped in excitement when he saw her. Spencer bent on her knees and embraced him tightly. He returned to his spot in front of the television watching cartoons and Spencer turned her attention to her youngest son, Raife, who was gently being swung in his baby swing.

“Hey, sweetie.” Spencer cooed to the groggy baby. She gently picked him up and smiled down upon him. “Mama is so sorry she came home so late.”

She put him back in his swing, his favorite place in the world, and went into the kitchen to retrieve a pen, a notebook, and a few photos. Returning to the living room, Spencer sat on her couch began writing a letter to Ashley.

Dear Ashley,

There were three photos all together. The first one was a professional photo of Spencer sitting down holding Raife and Justin peering at him smiling, Paula made them get this one. The second one was Spencer in her ‘Naughty Nurse’ costume she wore to Kyla’s dress-up birthday party. The last one was Raife and Justin taking a nap together on Spencer’s bed.