Karen stood on the deck of her private yacht, surrounded by Grace, Jack, Will and Rosario. In her left hand, she held the ashes of her late husband. Stanley Walker, the love of her life.
"Listen guys, I'm sorry. Uh, I think I need to do this by myself. Would that be okay?" she asked, her tears on the verge of falling.
They all nodded and left Karen to say her final goodbye to Stan.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do without you Stanley…..Especially now. I, uh, I was going to tell you at the hearing, but I-I couldn't. I loved you with my whole heart, Stanley. I still do, even after all that you've done. You broke my heart, but no matter what, it will always belong to you. I only wish that we could have spoken before you…." she paused, wincing. She didn't even want to say the word. "….before you were gone. I miss you already, Stan. But, I will always carry you in here…" she placed her hand over her heart, " and here." She placed her hand over her stomach. "I'm pregnant, Stan." As she spoke the words, she began to sob, mourning her husband and how he would never meet their child, a child they had tried for for years. And now it was too late.