Tracy doesn't know what to do when she finds him so she just stays in the doorway of his room watching as he tears it apart.
He left the day after Georgie's funeral, hadn't called for weeks. She'd sent a private investigator to his school just to make sure he hadn't done anything…crazy.
Then all of a sudden he came home, barely saying hello, before heading up to his old room.
Now, everything he owned was strewn all over the floor.
"Dillon," she says quietly, "Sweetheart, what are you doing?"
"I can't find it," he said, more to himself than to her, "I can't find it. It's not at school, not here. WHERE THE HELL IS IT?" he screamed, picking up a book and throwing it against the wall.
"What, baby," she asks, truly scared now, "Where's what?" she comes closer, hoping to calm him.
"My ring," he cried, "My wedding ring."
Tracy didn't know what to say to that. She didn't even know he still had that. She saw the tiny bit of metal that was around his neck and came closer, "Sweetheart, what…is that your ring?" she asks, afraid he is having some sort off breakdown.
"This," he said, picking up the ring in his hand, "this is Georgie's wedding ring. Maxie found it in her jewelry box. She kept it. She kept her ring right there near her for all this time and I don't even know where mine is. I don't know, I…" he stopped, looking like he didn't know what to do next and then he dropped down, down to his knees.
She had no idea what to do. She didn't do this…emotion…this….she screamed and cried herself, she didn't comfort others when she did it. She was sarcastic with her boys, funny, she said that she loves him only during crisis situations and even then it was an awkward affair.
But her baby was just….sitting there, just sobbing, so lost, so, she did the only thing she could think of…she dropped to the floor and crawled over to him, "Come here," she says and pulls him against her. He drops his head in her lap, clings to her like he's five again and she runs her hand through his hair as sobs wrack his body.
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It seems like hours before he stops crying, before she hears his voice, but finally he speaks.
"She still loved me, Georgie. She kept her ring."
"You loved her," she starts but he pulls away and cuts her off.
"She kept her ring, right there, she kept it safe. I can't remember where mine is, what I did with it. I was too busy cheating on her and chasing after other girls to keep track of it. And now its too late mom, its too late, she's gone and I…" he stopped looked away, "I thought I'd have time, time to come back, to try again and now there's no more time. And all I have left is this…" he picked up her ring, "this tiny bit of metal is all that's left of Georgie."
"No," she said firmly, "No that's not true. Dillon you, you love Georgie, I know you did. You two survived so much, even me. It's horrible that she's gone sweetheart but, the kind of love you had was…it's never gone. I know that because I've tried to find that kind of love my whole life."
Dillon stared at her for a long time, then, not agreeing or disagreeing, said, "I need to find my ring."
She nodded, "Well, let's keep looking."
And Tracy followed her son, trailing around the room on her knees, ruining her thousand dollar pants suit looking for a circle of gold that might offer her son some solace.
They didn't find it and she worries worried her son's happiness might be as forever lost as his ring.