Early in the morning Beca was strangely awake. It was 10 AM on Christmas break, two days before Christmas. She got dressed and took Chloe's phone and saved it in the back pocket of her jeans. The events of yesterday played on repeat in her head. Why did she tell the guy that Chloe was her's? How did she manage to speak to Chloe's father? "You're not my daughter." Caren could've opted to use one of her thousand jokes about how coming out affected her daughter, but she chose not to. "I couldn’t sleep." Beca said sitting on a chair with her head on her hands. "What're you cooking?" Caren smiled at herself. "An attempt of bagels, want one?" Beca nodded. "As long as it doesn’t kill me... but I’d rather eat cereal though." Caren laughed at her daughter's comment. Both girls shared a peac

