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Chapter 28

Everything in Taylor's world had come crashing down around her. She felt like she was having an out of body experience watching her life play out in front of her. There wasn't much she could do but stand there and watch everything. The doctors wouldn't tell her anything and the police were asking her far too many questions. She had blocked out the cries of her daughter who was being hold by Seth. Instead Taylor was hugging both Claire and Noah to her wishing she could tell them everything was going to be okay. She couldn't tell them that because truthfully Taylor had no idea if everything was going to be okay. She didn't want to give them false hope. All they could was hope that Ryan was going to be okay.

After Ryan arrived at the house everything had gone into a blur for Taylor. All she knew is she had somehow managed to call the police. Steve had Ryan pinned to the ground punching him in the face and that was the last thing Taylor could remember before they were broken apart and rushed here to the hospital.

"Joe, we found the guys van a block away from the Atwood residence. There were kids in the van." Another police officer walked up to the officer that was facing Summer and Taylor. "What?" Taylor heard Summer say loudly. The officer excused himself from Summer's questions. "My kids!" Summer was screaming. Seth's head perked up. "What?" He asked confused a little.

"Oh my God." Taylor whispered under her breath. "Seth and Summer Cohen?" The officer came back into the waiting room. "Yes, what's wrong?" Summer rushed to him. "We need you two to come to the station, I think we found your kids."

Taylor took Amelie from Seth's arms before he and Summer had rushed off behind the police officer. "Mommy, they found Eva and Kyle?" Claire tugged at the bottom of Taylor's shirt. She looked down at the little girl. Her face was tear stained and her eyes were blood shot. "I think they did, baby." Taylor wanted to give a reassuring smile but she couldn't. Taylor looked behind her to find Noah sleeping on the small couch of the waiting room. "Claire why don't you go sit next to Noah, okay?" Taylor told her. Claire nodded and bounded over to where Noah was sleeping. She crawled next to her brother and almost instantly fell asleep.

"Where is he?" Sandy and Kirsten rushed into the room that Taylor was pacing. It'd been an hour. She hadn't heard from the doctor about Ryan or from Summer and Seth about the kids. She was getting really nervous and anxious trying to keep her mind positive. All of this was her fault.

"I can't…I need…I have to go do something." Taylor walked over to Sandy. She placed the infant into his arms. "Call if you find anything out." She whispered before running out of the hospital.

She needed to visit Gavin.

Taylor hadn't been to her sons grave since the day she had seen Ryan and Claire visiting Sadie. She wasn't sure why she hadn't come but it just started getting to be too much for her. Not once did she forget about her first born. There was no way she could. He had been her life far before Amelie.

Taylor kneeled in front of the grave stone. She covered her mouth with one of her hands trying to choke back sobs that were escaping. She put her other hand on the stone that bore her sons full name and the date he had died.

"I'm sorry." She whispered taking her hand away from her mouth. "This is all my fault, I should have been more careful with you. Gavin, you were my everything and he ripped it away from me just like he's ripping everything away from me again. Sometimes I kick myself for being happy when you lost your life so young. You didn't even have time to experience much of anything. Those years I got to spend with you, though, were possibly the best three years of my life. I'll never forget you, baby. You have a sister. Her name is Amelie, her father is beyond amazing. I wish you could meet him and his kids. They are perfect just like you were. I'll never forget you." Taylor placed a kiss on her palm and placed her palm down on the stone. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and stood up. She had wished every single day that he would be by her side. She never once regretted having him, she still didn't despite everything that has happened.

Taylor just stood there looking down at the spot that her sons body was buried under. She just wanted to hold him, to see him. Just once more. She knew she couldn't. She knew he was gone. Gone forever. She had never really come to terms with her sons death, she probably never would. But she knew she couldn't dwell on it anymore. There wasn't anything should could do about it.

Taylor finally made her way back to her car. As soon as she climbed into the front seat her cell phone rang. "Taylor, you need to get back to the hospital. Now." Was all the person on the other line said to her. The way their voice sounded didn't comfort Taylor one bit.