Amy watched Brock as he slept. It had been three weeks since her daughter's death and a new crisis had emerged. The hospital had somehow misplaced Ireland's body. Amy sighed. She was dealing with so much.

She quickly dressed and crept to the door. She needed to clear her brain. She hated herself. She quickly passed the nursery door. She couldn't help but turn to look. She looked down at her arms and felt the familiar ache. For a week now, her arms would physically ache to hold her baby. It drove her crazy.

"Oh, Ireland." she thought. Against her better judgment, she opened the door and walked into the silent nursery. She turned the light on and peered into the crib. She picked up the bear and walked outside. She had to get out of there. She felt like the walls were closing in on her.

"Alright, let's see. Why don't I just walk until I can't walk anymore and see where it takes me?" she thought.

Three hours later… She finally stopped at a beach. She had walked until she could walk no longer. Her feet hurt, but she didn't care. Her mind was cleared as best as it could.

As she slowly crossed the sand in the cold, silent morn, she noticed somebody sitting on a sand dune, just watching the waves. She approached the figure. She gasped as she recognized it. It was her old friend.

"Amy, is that you?" he asked softly. She got up on the dune, next to him.

"Yes, it is." she said. She turned and faced the ocean.

"Amy, what's wrong?" he asked. She looked at him.

"You first" Amy replied.

"Trish left me. I'm not good enough anymore. I walked in on her sleeping with the pool cleaner. I feel horrible and watching these waves just makes me feel better. You?" he replied. She looked at him.

"My daughter, Ireland was stillborn, about three weeks ago. She died after her umbilical cord got wrapped around her neck. The hospital let a schizophrenic doctor in my room. A voice told her if she bothered to help me, she would die. We're suing the hospital, but it's giving us little comfort. They lost her body. We can't properly bury her," she explained

"Oh, Amy, I'm sorry to hear that. Where do you live?" he asked.

"Raleigh." she replied.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"I walked" she replied, her eyes still fixed intently upon the ocean.

"Amy, can I invite you into my home? You've obviously come a long way." he replied. She slid off the sand dune. He led Amy to the blue Toyota. She opened the door and slid in.

One hour later… He looked over at Amy and realized she was sound asleep. He couldn't believe she had walked all the way from Raleigh.

Picking up his phone, he dialed Brock's cell phone number.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Brock, it's Rob"

"Szatkowski?"

"Yeah, listen, I have Amy here. Apparently, she walked from Raleigh to Charlotte. What should I do?"

"You have Amy?"

"Yeah, she's sleeping."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she's snoring. Why?"

"Leave her. When she wakes up, bring her back"

"Why?"

"Amy hasn't slept well in a week. It's due to Ireland's passing. Right after her death, Amy was placed in a 72-hour psych hold. She was still raw from losing Ireland and she says I wish I could die. The hospital lost her body and Amy's either livid with the hospital or mourning Ireland."

"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. How are you handling it?"

"In all truth, not well. It breaks my heart seeing Amy like this. She's a shadow of her former self. She used to be full of life and spirit. That hospital's ruined her!"

"I know. She found me on the sand dunes and she does look terrible"

"Rob, this is a big favor, but since she's so calm, could she stay with you a little while? I want to give her a chance to grieve without the nursery near by."

"Fine by me."

"I've got to go. Bye" Brock said, hanging up. Rob peered over at Amy. She was sleeping soundly, with a lime green bear held to her chest.

Two days later… Rob woke up to find Amy gone. He threw on his pants and drove to the beach where they had met. He knew she felt horrible.

"Amy, where are you?" he asked, wishing he had brought a flashlight.

Finally in the distance, he spotted a dim light. He just knew it was her.

"Amy, wait up!" he called into the bleak darkness. Just as he had expected, she was sitting on the dune, crying.

"Rob, what are you doing here?" she asked innocently. He couldn't but sigh.

"You weren't in bed. I promised Brock I would care for you in your fragile state of mind; just relax" he told her.

"Couldn't sleep. I heard her crying" Amy told him. She looked out at the ocean. "Do you ever wish you could change the past?" she asked.

"Occasionally, why?"

"Well, I would love to change the past. Just stop myself from going to that particular hospital" Amy told him.

"Amy, everything happens for a reason." Rob told her.

"Tell it to my broken heart." she responded. He looked slightly embarrassed.

"Amy, I didn't mean it like that." he replied. She looked at him.

"I know. I just get really upset with stupid comments. I was in the hospital, the psych nurse actually came up to me and said "I know what you're going through. My cat just died" I was livid!" Amy told him. She leaned back into Rob's arms.

"Ireland is such pretty name. What was her middle name?" Rob asked.

"Reine." Amy replied.

"What is the worst thing you've gone through since the death of your child?" Rob asked.

"The worst thing so far was me arguing with the hospital when I felt myself leaking" she admitted.

"You poor thing" He said. She looked out at the ocean.

"Rob, why are you being so kind?" Amy asked.

"I just am" he said.

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