Haley made her way to her desk and groaned as she spotted the large stack of papers awaiting her. “Why me?” she thought to herself as she took a seat. Reaching over for a stack of papers, a picture caught her eye. She smiled, remembering back when it was taken.
“Hey little man,” she said, picking up her son from his spot on the carpet.
She walked over to the kitchen and placed him in his highchair in front of a large cake as Brooke lit the candles, while the guests started a chorus of Happy Birthday. She watched her son as he looked around in wonder; he was growing up so fast.
“It’s too bad you’re daddy’s not here to see your first birthday,” she said, a tear rolling down her cheek.
“Hales, are you ok?” Peyton asked, walking over to where Haley stood.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Haley reassured her
Haley cut the cake and placed a small piece in front of her son; he glanced down and looked at it wondering what to do. Haley laughed as he started smashing it into the tray and between his fingers.
“Here sweetie let me help you,” she said grabbing one of his chubby hands and putting it in his mouth so he could taste the cake. Just as he started to get the idea, Brooke came in with a camera.
Looking at the photo, she wondered what her son was up to at that very moment, “Probably making friends with all the kids,” she thought with a laugh.
“Hey Hales,” she heard a familiar voice call out as she turned around to see her best friend Brooke Davis.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“I came to see you tutor girl.”
“Were not in high school anymore Brooke, I’m no longer tutor girl.”
“You’ll always be tutor girl to me,” she replied with a laugh.
“So was my godson excited about school?”
“Yeah and I’m glad he was but I was kind of hoping he would want me to stay. It’s like he doesn’t need me as much anymore, he’s growing up so fast.”
“Yeah, he sure is,” Brooke said with a smile. “Don’t worry sweetie, he loves you and he will always need you in his life in someway.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Haley replied with a smile.
“You know I’m always right and I happen to know that you hate this job Hales, so why are you still working here?” Brooke asked.
“You know I need the money Brooke.”
“I know, but you can do so much better and you know it,” Brooke replied just as the phone rang.
“This conversation will have to wait until later,” Haley said, picking up the ringing phone.
“Hello, Ryerson and Smith Temp. Agency, how may I help you?”
“Is this Haley James?” the voice on the other end replied.
“Uh, yes it is. Who may I ask is calling?”
“My name is Nathan Scott. I work for the Tree Hill Police Department. I’m sorry to have to tell you this mam... but it seems your son is missing.”