"G'day, Sophie," Fletch smiled at me, forcing his way passed me and striding confidently into the house. He shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the back of one of my chairs, before taking a cursory look around him. "Don't you remember asking me to come and help you pack? Probably not. After all, you asked between shot three and shot four."
                          
Groaning at the prospect of having Fletch be in my house all day, I picked up a box from the stack that was in the corner of the living area and made my way to the study that was towards the rear of the ground floor. We'd already agreed who would be packing which rooms- Daniel was in charge of the master bedroom, Emma and Charlotte and Jasmine would tackle the wardrobe in the spare room, while Adam and Fletch and Samuel would be in charge of the kitchen. Mum and Dad would be coming over later to do the easier rooms, like the bathroom and the utility room, while Keira and Logan had to pack up the guest room. I, meanwhile, am in charge with making sure that my study is boxed and ready to be transported to the new house. 
                          
With Jasmine and I making headway in our plans for Elysian, now was not the time to start losing important documents. Plus, this room was my sanctuary; my books dominated one wall, while photo frames hung on every available surface and the box safely tucked away in the bottom drawer of the desk was my most precious belonging. 
                          
Closing the door behind me, I place my iPod in the dock and wait for the familiar sound of Macklemore to echo out of the speakers. Once I knew that no one outside these four walls would be able to hear the goings on within my study, I kneel down and slide my palm on the underside of the desk. When my hand touched cold metal, I bring out the key from its hiding place and place it in the lock of the bottom drawer of the desk. 
                          
Seeing the box again brought up so many conflicting feelings; part of me wanted to cry sad tears while part of me wanted to smile broadly at the thought of opening the wooden box that had my name engraved on the top. After what seemed like hours of staring at the box, I carefully reached in and took it out, setting it on my lap as I sat on the cream carpet with my legs crossed underneath me. It took another few minutes before I felt able to undo the clasp and open the lid.
                          
The first thing I see is a photograph of Daniel and I. It was one of the many that had been captured during Daniel's photoshoot for Vogue on my last day here in London before I went to New York. It was an unguarded photograph, showing Daniel sat on the wooden stool while I brushed a hand through his hair. I hadn't realised until a few weeks later when a copy of the picture landed in my inbox that Daniel had been gazing up at me adoringly as if I was the centre of his universe. 
                          
Another photo underneath showed us seconds later, only this time, Daniel had his eyes closed and I was the one gazing at him. I remember thinking then that I was the luckiest girl in the world because I was falling in love with someone as amazing as Daniel Whitaker. Even now, I still cannot believe how lucky I am to have been the one to capture his heart wholly.
                          
Unable to hide the smile that stretches across my face, I set both photos aside and pick up another photo from within the pile. As soon as I see the person sharing the picture with me, I'm half tempted to rip it to shreds. It was the gut feeling that I always had whenever I went through this box, but no matter what, I couldn't bring myself to tear the photo up.
                          
Liam O'Keefe was a wanker of epic proportions and as much I hated him now, he'd been a big part of my life. If I hadn't had an ectopic pregnancy, Liam would have been the father of my child. Hell, he may have been my husband. He could also have been the reason that I would have ended up in prison on murder charges, too, because Lord knows he and I were toxic together. 
                          
The day I was taken to hospital and told that there had never really been a baby to begin with, I was ashamed to have been relieved at hearing the news. Yes, it was devastating and it rocked me to my core, but what life could Liam and I have given a child? We were dysfunctional at best and that was not an environment I wanted to bring a child into.