March 24th, 2017. It’d been two years since the exchange ended. Mason was four years old now, Danielle was married, and goddamn, was life good. It was weird how things worked out that way. isn’t it? When Danielle was eighteen, she was NOTHING but stressed out when it came to her future. Who wouldn’t be? She was eighteen, pregnant, and alone.. Not to mention, not in her best mental state. Little bit of an unknown fact about Danielle Sutton: All that time she spent alone in her room, moping? There was a bit of a reason. She wasn’t the happiest, and she absolutely refused to take antidepressants that she had actually been prescribed. Her mental state was absolutely fucked, but she got past it. Things did get better. Every time she saw some bullshit Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram post, etc., that had the words “it gets better.” sprawled out on it, the young female would want to scream. Little did she know how right they were. She had the best life now. She had a perfect family, and that was all she could ever ask for. Life was perfect.
She was married and, with the little bit of extra money Adrian had, the family had a bit more of a chance to go more places and do more things. She was lucky. They were visiting New York for a bit of time, a place that was all to bittersweet for Danielle. It was the last Exchange place she actually enjoyed. She couldn’t enjoy the island. Not with it being the place where Mason’s father basically tried to murder her. Not with that being the place that Bluey died.
Bluey was alive in New York, and the place held nothing but pretty good memories. Now, here she was, Mason’s hand in hers and walking him down a street. She had taken him out for the day, showing him around. She told stories as she went along the streets, places she remembered, all followed by the boy making a comment, or saying how he remembered a name. Danielle always told stories about the people on the Exchange. She showed him pictures, and talked about every single one. Mason knew most of them, but there were some faces he did get confused. The next stop for the two of them was Frozen Yogurt, after Danielle insisted that she didn’t care how full Mason already was, he at least had to have a spoonful of one of the best Frozen Yogurt places she had ever been to.
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