Sitting in the front of the funeral parlor, a vacant seat to her right, where David should have sat, Anna still clung desperately to Leora's teddy bear. Her cheeks were soaked through with tears.

"Anna?" Anna turned her head to the side, looking up at Tad Martin.

She stood, embracing him. "I didn't think you would come. Is Joe..."

"No." Tad said. "No, he... couldn't get away. I came with Brooke, she's looking for a parking space. Anna I... I can't tell you how sorry I am."

Anna silently nodded. "You're here and I appreciate that very much. It's more than I can say about David."

"He didn't come?"

"He hasn't said more than two words to me since..."

Tad reached out and took Anna's hands. "I'll be here as long as you need me. For anything."

"Thank you, Tad," Anna said, pulling him into an embrace.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" David Hayward yelled. He rushed to the front of the room, pulling Tad away from Anna. "You killed my daughter and now you're trying to take my wife!"

"David, please," Anna said.

"Don't make a scene, David," Tad said. "This isn't the time or the place."

"Like hell it's not," David said. "You killed my little girl and you still have the nerve to show up here!"

"I just came to pay my respects," Tad said.

"Get out of here! You're not welcome here!"

"I'm not looking for trouble, David."

"Then get the hell out of here!"

"Tad." Brooke walked into the room and approached him. She took hold of his arm. "Tad. Let's just go." She pulled gently at him. "Let's go, come on. Give him space. Come on." Tad reluctantly gave in, walking to the back of the room. "Tad." Brooke said, softly. "We shouldn't be here. This was a bad idea."

Tad shook Broke off of him, storming outside. Brooke held back for a moment before following after him.

"Tad!" Brooke called. "Tad! Just let it go. Let it go. You know this might happen if we came here today. He lost his daughter."

"You think I don't know what that's like?" Tad looked at her, realizing the impact of his statement. "Brooke, I'm sorry."

"We both know what it's like to lose children," Brooke said, hurt. "We both know what it feels like, Tad."

"I know," Tad said, putting his arms around her. Brooke rested her head against his chest. "My God, I know, Brooke. But... David's blind to that."

"David is just dealing. He's trying to cope."

"By blaming me for what happened. By blaming my father." Tad stepped away from Brooke.

"Where are you going?" she asked. "I'm parked down that way."

"I think I'll walk."

"Tad!" Brooke called after him. "Don't let Hayward get to you!"

Tad turned, walking backwards. "The man threatened me and my family. He's already gotten to me."