We wonder through the car park in the broad daylight, in and out of the cars and ducking when we need to. A car engine sounds out but when August doesn't look phased I immediately feel relieved. I follow his gaze to a dark long car that very quickly pulls up right next to us. August throws open the back door and then carefully places me in, meeting my eyes once I'm in.

"Don't worry. You'll be safe now." He reassures me before he steps away and shuts the door. The windows are tinted dark and it's a little hard to see him as he makes his way around and gets in the front passenger seat. I then look to the driver who is a smartly dressed man with one of those hats that official drivers usually wear.

Once August is in he turns to me. "You don't have to come with me, this is just to get you away from this place." He says with a angered look towards the HQ building. I look at it to and feel only a tight feeling in my stomach. "Drive, please." He orders the driver and I'm thrown back a little in my seat when we pull away.

I am never coming back here again, I vow to myself.

When we make it to a main road and have been driving for about ten minutes, August turns back to me again. "So, what's your plan?"

I find my shoulders being raised in uncertainty. "I want to get as far from here as possible. I need to get my little girl and go."

He nods, looking a little dazed at the mention of a child but he quickly gets over it. The thought of my little girl passes through my mind and I find myself fumbling for my phone in my pocket. Once it's out I quickly dial the number of the nanny and hold my breath.

"What are you doing?" August asks quietly, only concern evident in his voice.

I find a lump stuck in my throat as I say, "My girls nanny. I need to know she's okay. Can you just drive around for now?" I plead, I know August needs to know what my official plan is but I can't give him that till I've heard my little girls voice and I can think clearly again. He hesitantly nods before facing forward to give me some privacy. The dial tone echoes in my ear and try to focus on breathing before I pass out.

The call goes through.

"Hello?" The sweet nannies voice comes down the line and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Anne? How are you?" I ask with genuine concern, my voice heavy though.

"Good, thanks Willow. Did you want to talk to little Mae? She was asking about you today." Anne's small voice adds.

I take a breath. "Yes please, Anne."

There's some movement on the line as I assume she goes to Mae and puts her on the phone.

"Mae, sweetie, mummy is on the phone!" Anne's voice is faint but her enthusiasm comes through the line clearly. My heart becomes even heavier at how much more maternal a woman can be with my child. I shake my head a little at myself in disappointment. Why have I let everything get like this? Has it really all been for Jack and my selfish needs and feelings?

"Mamma? M-mamma!?" Mae's little stutter comes through the phone with excitement.

"Hiya darling." I smile to myself and go a little limp with relief and contentment. I also feel August curious gaze on me but I ignore him.

"Mamma! I luv you!" She squeals and the I hear a few sniffles from her.

"I love you, too, baby." I manage to force out with that lump in my throat warning me about the tears that are threatening to spill. I swallow hard to shut it up. "Are you being good for Anne?"

"Yes," He little voice is angelic and I know she's lying to me in her cute little two year old way. "I miss you mamma." She adds before I can reply to the first thing.

"I-I miss you too." I say, not having to force it this time. I genuinely mean it. "I'm coming soon you know, Mae. We're going to go on holiday."

"Yayy!" She cries in happiness and sniffs again but after a bit of movement, Anne's voice comes through again.

"Really?" She's concerned.

"Yeah, uh, works been tough so I just need a get away. Paid leave for you of course." I assure her but she refuses.

"No, it's just, you've never taken her away like this." She says cautiously.

"Are you saying I can't?" I demand to know.

"N-no!" She stutters, nervousness evident in her voice and I remember her kind, shy personality. I know not to push her too hard. "Of course not, I just worry." Oh great, she worries for my child. I know I'm being too bitter but I can't help it even if she's the one who's done more raising of Mae than both her parents combined. "When will you leave?"

"Uh," I pause wondering whether to tell her. "Today." I finally say.

"Really?" She gasps. "It's just, Mae's a little poorly at the moment. You could probably tell when you spoke to her..."

"Oh..."

No, I haven't. She has sniffed a couple times but I hadn't thought anything of it. I gulp hard at my further realisation that maybe I'm really not cut out to be a mother to Mae. I hold the phone away, drop my head and let a few silent sobs wash over me. A warm feeling is suddenly on my knee and when I look up, Augusts reassuring hand is gently places there but he's still not facing me. I quickly compose myself and bring the phone back.

"Willow?" Anne's voice is thick with concern again.

"Hi, I'm here."

"Can you give her a week to recover? This is just advice, you don't have to take it but I think she really is too ill to travel." She says with a little more confidence. I nod immediately despite her not being able to see me. If that's what the woman who knows my daughter better than I do says, then that's what goes.

"Of course, so... see you in a week." I manage to say.

"Yes. Did you want to speak to Mae again?" She asks but I refuse.

"No, just let her rest and... tell her I love her. Bye Anne." I add quickly before I hit the end call button and hurl my phone onto the seat next to me. I hunch over and hold my head in my hands, trying to control my emotions before they take over again. The warmth of Augusts hand is still there on my knee and I feel myself absorbing the feeling. I then hesitantly ponder over placing my hand on his but decide against it.

We just continue to drive for a little and soon enough I'm just leaning against the window and staring out at the blurred scenery. We're moving fast in the car but my eyes are so filled with tears that I really can't see anything anyway. I 'm suddenly aware that August's intense gaze is back on me again and I decide to turn to face him.

"Okay. What's your plan?" I ask him hopelessly.

He moves his hand away, seeing I'm better but I long for it to be back instantly. He faces forward now and looks out the windscreen, his hands limp in his lap. "I'm heading back home, lingering for a day or two and then leaving to America, the south probably." He says with a little mystery in his voice as he stares distantly at the passing scenery like I had been doing.

"Well I can't get Mae for a week and there's no way I'm going back home..." I trail off realising I'm completely ruined. I have no where to go because Robert will guaranteed find a way of tracing me and I need to disappear now if I don't want to be found. I suddenly feel a very tight feeling in my stomach when I remember that Robert knows about Mae. What if he goes looking for me there?

The warm feeling is suddenly back on my knee and I find myself relaxing a little. My gaze moves from his hand, up his arm and to his calmed face as he smiles. "Don't worry, hanging around a few extra days won't do any damage," He says but distantly like before. I frown a little and he continues, "I mean, I can hang around and wait for you to get your daughter. Then I can still help you."

"You'd really do that for me?" My question sounds more surprised than I mean it to but it's genuinely how I feel.

He nods. "There's still a few things I need to tell you but it can wait till we get to my place, it's only a little way away now. You can stay for the week, if you need."

"I need." I immediately find myself blurting but he doesn't looked bothered. "I mean, yes. That would be great. But won't they still find us?"

"I never gave them this address and it's in a cover name of mine so they won't trace it, at least not until we've been long gone." He reassures. One of his fingers twitches a little on the hand that's still resting on my knee and it reminds me that it's still there.

"Okay." I say quietly under my breath with a nod. "Thank you."

He remains quiet after that but his hand doesn't move from my knee after that almost like he knows I need some kind of comfort right now.

I find myself looking back out the window but it's less blurred now. All the scenery and objects around are rushing past, forcing my eyes to move in every direction and my eyes latch on to a red car speeding past which reminds me of my own red car. It's still parked in the main HQ car park from yesterday because Robert had taken me home. I know there is no way I'm ever getting it back. I sigh to myself, yet again annoyed at the whole situation that I have caused simply because of this profession that lead to so many other terrible things.

It really is only a short while later, probably about twenty minutes, that we finally pull up into a small side road that turns out to just be a long driveway to a rather large looking house.

"This is the place?" I ask with pure awe, not able to tear my eyes way from the beautiful white mansion like home. The car pulls up and stops right in front of the front door entrance where a set of long stunning stairs lead up to it.

"Uh, yeah, is that okay?" August questions with uncertainty after opening his own door and stepping out, leaning back in to see my face as I respond.

I shrug at first, really not sure. "I mean, I won't complain but this doesn't seem like the best, out of the way place to hide. If anything we're in plain view." I tell him with a rather blunt tone but when his face doesn't change I already know he has some wise response to my point.

"Ah but Willow, haven't you ever heard the saying?" He asks with a small smirk that pulls at a corner of his mouth. There isn't a dimple like I expect but it's still as charming. I shake my head hesitantly at his question at first but as he goes to tell me, the saying does pop into my head.

"Oh I get it!" I exclaim but he already begins saying it.

We both end up saying it at the same time.

"We're hiding in plain sight."