I have to admit that I'm running out of ideas when it comes to the story. That's why I decided to post this chapter and take a break.

Until I'm not sure if I'm going to continue the story it remains uncompleted.

Thanks for your reviews and favorites.

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"Dad? Is everything alright? Or is it because of me cooking? Didn't you like my food?"

Connor turned around when he recognized footsteps behind him, finally identifying the person as Amy. He was sitting in the gras, at a park near their house, with a glas of wine, looking at the stars, that were shining after a hard day of work.

"No, it was delicious. Really. I just had a very rough day at Gaffneys, but it's not on you, okay?."

"Would you tell me?", she took a seat next to him in the gras.

Connor looked at her. Because of him having tears in his eyes, she seemed a little bit shocked.

"I'm not sure."

"You don't have to."

Amy leaned her head against his shoulder, when she could hear him sniffling.

"Today was a bad one, because I lost three patients, you know? Two oft them were siblings. 8 and 12 years old. One had dark blonde hair and blue eyes, reminded me of you as a kid", he spoke with a raspy voice. Amy took his hand.

"I…I'm sorry."

Connor put his arm around her shoulder.

"But I'm sure you did everything you can."

"Sometimes everything isn't enough, you know?"

"Yeah, maybe."

They both looked at the sky.

"Don't worry. If there is a heaven, they going to see mom. She will protect them."

Connor smiled sadly, took Amys hand and looked at her.

"You're the most important thing in my life. You know that?"

She nodded.

"I do. You know, I've seen grandpa yesterday and I started thinking. We only have this single life. Do you think it's still a good idea to avoid contact", Amy thouight loudly. Connor shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't prohibit you to meet him. You should gain your own experiences. But I decided, that he's not worth to spend my life time with him."

"So you wouldn't be angry if I drop by to visit him?"

"It's your only grandpa. Why should I?"

Connor sighed.

"Listen, Amy. What do you think about a short trip? Just you and me for one weekend?"

"Honestly?"

"I worked overtime, so I still have a few days left where I can stay at home."

"Sounds great", she smiled, snuggling on his shoulder.

"I'm so happy about your recovery. You have no idea what that means to me."

"I'm reliefed too. Just happy to be alive."