Shawn drove alone to his dad's house to pick up his kids. He focused on the road to keep his mind from wandering to what was weighing heavily on his mind and heart.
'Juliet was dead' He thought, 'How am I supposed to tell my kids that their mother is never coming home?'
Upon arriving at Henry Spencer's house, Shawn got out of his car and walked up to the house, opening the door and stepping inside. His three year old daughter Atara was asleep in her grandfather's arms, but his ten year old son ran over and hugged his father.
"Hi Daddy."
Shawn hugged his son back, "Hey Thatch."
"What's wrong, dad? Where's mom? Are we meeting her at home?"
Shawn signed, "Buddy, there's no easy way to say this. Your mom...I tried, but I couldn't...she's….I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't save her."
Thatcher looked puzzled, "What are you saying, dad?"
"Mom is...she's dead."
Thatcher blinked sadly. He didn't know how to feel or react. He felt sad and numb at the same time.
"I want Mommy." Thatcher finally uttered as a few tears trickled out of his eyes.
"I know you do. I miss your mom too." Shawn told his son.
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