"Mum. It has been days." I said down the phone.

"I know love … I just …" Mum said hesitantly.

"He is dead. I know it. And so is my baby. I have lost everything. Except you and Grannie of course." I smiled. I heard her sigh down the phone. "How is his mum?" She sighed again.

"Literally tearing her hair out. Finding out that her son and her husband … where in the same room after all those years … she is shocked. And both of them …" she breathed. "Dying. Poor woman. I have been through a hell of a lot. But not in the same day."

"I know. Anyway … I have to pee. I will be home later. Love you."

"Phone hug." Mum said, perking up. I laughed, and did it. "Love you, Callie Rose." She said.

We both hung up.

I started down the corridor looking aimlessly around. I stopped dead infront of one of the ICU rooms.

"YOU!" I screamed. I pointed my finger at Tobey's seriously ill Dad. "YOU KILLED YOUR OWN SON!" His eyes fluttererd open. A tear ran down his face.

"And I wish I had died. But I didn't. And you didn't. Don't waste your time mourning over my so called son." He said bitterly.

"What did you just say?"

"A Durbridge never quits. He did. He isn't my son."

"You're right. He wasn't, because he was nothing like you. He was kind, warm and loving, and you … you are just scum. You and your bloody LM. You killed your own flesh and blood. I hope you are happy." I attempted a dramatic exit, but I bumped into a man on the way out. I looked up, and he looked about my age. He eyed me seductively.

"Hi son." Tobey's dad said.

"Your son?"

"Yes. Since you got with my other one, why don't you get with this one?" He didn't look anything like Tobey. He was ugly. Maybe I was just bitter. Tobey's half brother looked me up and down.

"You see this?" I practically punched him showing him my wedding ring. "This, means this" – I waved my right hand over my body in an overly dramatic fashion. "is taken. So back off." He did as I asked, and I heard as I left 'Who was that chick?' I growled and went to sit on my bed.

"Mrs Durbridge?" My head snapped up. It was Dr Smith.

"Yes?" I sighed.

"You can go home. A cab will take you now." I jumped up, grabbed my bag and bolted it out of the hospital. I was in the cab within seconds. The driver knew where to go, so I had time to think.

Three days ago I was getting married. I was living the dream. That was a life time ago.

Quicker than I had imagined, we where at my Mum's house. She had the door open for me, and was standing in the doorway smiling sadly.

"Darling."

"Mum." I smiled. She held my hand and walked me into the living room.

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And everything went black …again.