After Conner handed the phone to Dr. O., he ran to the room he has been sharing with Trent. If he ever considered running away, now would be the time. Conner knows that Dr. O. is in the middle of learning the truth, but he also knows that Dr. O is a pussycat compared to Kimberly when she leans the truth. When Conner reached the room he saw Trent lying on the bed just staring at the ceiling.

"How long do you plan on moping around?" Conner asked.

Trent just ignored him. Conner sat down on his bed trying to figure out how long he has until the secret he kept blows up in his face. Tommy barges into the room.

"Trent please go downstairs, I would like to talk to Conner alone." He orders.

Trent leaves the room. Tommy chooses to sit on Trent's bed staring across the room straight at Conner, trying to figure out what it is that he is suppose to say and how much of this situation does Conner already know.

"Conner-" Tommy began.

"He is dead, isn't he?" Conner asked looking at the floor.

Tommy was shocked and a little surprised. "So you did know he was sick."

Conner nodded.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

Conner shrugged, "I promised I wouldn't. He didn't want anyone to know."

"How could you keep this from us, from Kimberly? Don't you think she had a right to know her brother was dying?" Tommy asked gently.

"Dad didn't want her to know. He didn't want her to worry."

"So you did play a part in setting her up. He didn't just go away on some business trip, like he told her. He went to a Cancer Clinic in Maine."

Conner nodded, he didn't know what to say and Tommy was doing just fine figuring out the details on his own.

"Did you speak to him since Saturday? How did he sound?"

"I didn't speak to him. Eric called him yesterday, today was my turn. I realized he was dead when the nurse who answered the phone wouldn't let me speak to him, but instead was asking if there were any adults in the house. He sounded tired but okay. I promised him I wouldn't tell and I didn't."

"Yeah, but because you didn't tell the truth about what was really going on; Kim lost her chance to say goodbye. Kimberly is the adult here and she should have known what was going on." Tommy started.

"He didn't want her to!" Conner interrupted.

"Why? Because he still sees her as a child, who needs to be protected. She is not a child; she could have handled it, if you and Calvin had given her half a chance." Tommy finished.

"What is going to happen to me now?" Conner asked. He kind of already knew, but he wanted to make sure of it.

"You will stay here of course. Kimberly is your Aunt and Calvin gave her custody should anything of happened to him. How long did he know that he had cancer?"

"6 weeks ago. At least that is when Eric and I found out about it. He started treatment, but it did seem that he would have to go to the clinic where he can have the treatment and not risk Aunt Kim finding out that he was sick. After he saw that she was in town, he made plans to leave town. He wanted her to move in with us; so that he knew, if he doesn't survive, this she and I will be well taken care of. He put the house in her name and had drawn up the custody papers." Conner explained.

Tommy took a deep breath; he could partially understand what Calvin did and why he didn't want her to know. "You are going to have to tell Kimberly everything, and I do mean everything, when she comes home from the gym."

"I guess there is no way I could convince you to tell Aunt Kim for me?" Conner asked hopefully.

Tommy smirked and shook his head.

Downstairs the door open

"Tommy!" Kim called out.

"Up here!" Tommy called back.

Kim went up to find her fiancée. She found him in the boys' room with Conner.

"What is going on?" She asked.

"Conner here; has something that he wants to tell you." Tommy answered.

Kim looked at her nephew and wondered why all of a sudden he looked so nervous.

"Conner, what is up?" Kim asked.

"Beautiful, for this, you should sit down." Tommy told her before Conner could open his mouth.

"I don't want to sit, people only say that when they have bad news to give you." Kim replied.

"Believe me, for this you want to sit and I don't want to risk you fainting." Tommy answered.

"Only you seem to have that effect on me." Kim joked, when she saw that Tommy wasn't laughing she sat down on the bed.

"Okay, I am sitting; now will someone please tell me what is going on here?"

Conner took a deep breath and told her everything like he was instructed to do so. Kim's face paled and her eyes filled with tears as she heard that her only sibling had died and that he tried to keep it from her. She was in shock and angry. Angry at Calvin for dying before she had the chance to say goodbye, angry at Conner for keeping her in the dark.

"Despite what have your father may have thought I am not 15-years-old. I am not some fragile child that always needs to be protected. He should have told me the truth, so I could be there to take care of him. Or at least talk to him on the phone. I may be smaller that all of you, but being small doesn't make weak and fragile. How could you keep this from me?" Kim yelled shaking with anger.

"Aunt Kim, I am sorry-"

"I need to cool down, so I am going for a run. NO ONE is to follow me. Keep in mind one thing, I am not a child, so don't treat me like one." Kim said trying to calm down.

She got up and left the room and the house.

"That went well." Conner said sarcastically.