Wow, really long time, right? I'm really sorry and I don't think this will come close to making up :/

Jenny looked at her niece, "Sara, how does she not know? She had a trial and…"

"You never testified." The younger woman stated, Jenny still looked confused. Sara took her hand and lightly squeezed, "I talked to the judge, and I told him you weren't in the condition to testify. So, against Abbi's wishes I testified in your place."

"Can you even do that?" Jenny pulled out a chair, "is that legal? Where was I?"

"You were having one of your surgeries. And, yeah, I guess it's legal; because we did it.."

Jenny furrowed her brows, "Why didn't anyone tell me," hurt filled Jenny's voice.

Sara shrugged, "Rule four, and rule eighteen. Sorry, Jenny. I wanted to protect you, Jenny, you were the last normalcy left in my life. Sorry if I wanted to keep that."

Jenny watched Sara, "what did she want?"

"Grandpa Shepard's estate," both heads turned too see Abbi in the door way.

"I see who's side you're on," Abbi's face bore a scowl when looking at her sister.

Sara stood, "Abs, don't you feel like a hypocrite? You can't be mom's daughter and be Jenny's niece, it works one way or the other. I'm going to be Jenny's niece, because I won't stand to be labeled a murder's daughter."

Abbi tilted her head and her jaw dropped slightly, "she's your mother."

"Really? Because she didn't pay for my college, or yours, Jenny did."

"Is it really about the money? How much she spent on us?"

"No, it's not, but it shows that Jenny was willing to do something for us when she wasn't. Jenny wanted us to go far in life, like her."

Jenny stood and raised her arms, "You two! Quit fighting, please. Sara, I'm not dead, nor am I gonna die. Abbi, I care for you two and that's why I paid for your college, I am in no way trying to replace your mother." Both girls sighed, "I think it would be beneficial for both of you, and me to visit your mother."

"You are insane." Sara rolled her eyes.

In Maryland Female Correction Center the three women scanned through security without issues, then headed to the visitation center.

At the door Jenny stopped, she fixed her scarf, "Sara, Abbi, don't tell her that I'm alive. I want to go last and surprise her. I really want to see her reaction. Don't say anything to her about me."

Both girls agreed and Jenny settled on a bench. Abbi and Sara decided that Sara would go first, since only one visitor at a time was allowed.

"Ma'am, good luck," a dark tall guard said in a baritone voice when Sara went to enter the booth.

She snorted, "I'll need more than you know."

"That one's tough,-" Sara shook her head.

"I know, she half ass raised me," she smiled and thanked the man.

Sliding in the booth Sara looked at her mother. She tried not to stare, but the woman looked horrible. Her hair had grayed to a point Sara almost felt sorry for her, until she spoke.

"Well I guess my damn slut of a daughter decided to take time from her life to visit her mother," Heather picked her teeth with a yellowed nail.

"I," Sara's voiced wavered for a split second, then an image of Jenny directly after the shooting flashed in her mind and Sara squared her shoulders, re-situated the phone in her hand then spoke, "Orange isn't your color."

"Go to hell, bitch. You're the one who put me here."

"No, I only testified upon your actions." Sara pushed a strand of red hair behind her ear.

"Damn ginger, you look just like Jenny."

Sara rolled her eyes and stood, "goodbye mother."

Abbi quickly walked in and took a seat, "How are you?"

"Damn wonderful, I'm in prison because of your sister. Be careful, she's probably gonna put you naway next."

Abbi remained calm, "mom, please don't do that, trying to kill Jenny was wrong. You shoud know that."

"I'm glad she's gone. She was worthless. Our parents left all of their estate to her, and why? Because she 'succeeded' in life." Heather huffed and crossed her arms, "get out. You're not any better than your sister, I see you judging me, you think your sister was right in all of this. I'll tell you this, if I had know Sara would act like this once Jenny was gone I would have made sure she was in that diner with Jenny."

Abbi shook her head, agreeing to leave.

She passed Jenny, nodding to her.

Heather had turned around, when Jenny saw her, "Heather sit back down."

Jenny's voice was icy. Heather took in the sight of Jenny, Her long red curls free flowing, dark red lipstick, Jenny was dressed in khakis and a green winter coat with a paisley scarf loosely around her neck.

Heather's jaw dropped, she sat harshly in a chair, "I thought you were dead."

"Really? Why would you think that?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, "Heather, I'm not here to socialize, I came to tell you that you're going to be an aunt."