It was three years latter, Jannee was sixteen. Danny Jr. had grown up to be a rambunctious three year old who loved to hear stories about Danny Sr. from Jannee. He really didn't get them but he still enjoyed them.

Evelyn was again pregnant with a second child, this one was Rafe's.

Jannee was really happy that Danny was going to have a stepsister and that everything was going ok, but she still had a constant ache in her heart. She still hadn't fully moved on. Jannee often went to Danny's grave site to talk to him. She could almost remember the first time when she told him she couldn't go on when a soft breeze blew her hair and she could almost feel him hug her. Now that was were she took all her pain, problems and hate. Underneath it all she had become a hateful person at times. She sighed and looked around her. Danny played in an airplane made out of a barrel, and Rafe and Evelyn sat on a bench watching him. She really wished she could move on.


a/n- this is a short chapter, i think i will write one more in a sec. i own nothing except Jannee i think.