Ch.4

"Has anyone seen Teresa?"

Fox, Pilar, and Ethan were sitting in the living room at the mansion. Everyone had just left.

They had all gone to the mansion after little Ethan's funeral.

"I haven't seen her since we got here," Pilar said. "My poor baby…how much more can she go through? First, she gets sick, then her brother gets killed, and now her own son…"

"Fox, did you try calling her cell phone?" Ethan asked.

"Yea she isn't answering it." He rubbed his temples. "I'm really worried about her you guys…maybe we should split up and try to look for her."

Ethan shook his head,

"It's probably better if I don't go look…you know how she gets around me." Ethan was heartbroken over Teresa's recent behavior towards him.

~Can I blame her? ~ He thought to himself.

~Its my fault her son is dead. ~

"Ethan, you know that Teresa doesn't blame you right?" Pilar asked. "She could never blame you."

"Yea well she should!" Ethan said angrily. "My god, this is all my fault!"

"Ethan man, calm down," Fox said. "It was an accident."

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that I killed Teresa's son Fox…your stepson. I was driving that car; I was the one that wrecked it. I killed my own godson for Christ's sake."

"Ethan, you can't blame yourself for what happened," Pilar said, grabbing his hand. "You heard what the police said…that car in front of you was to blame…they were the ones who slammed on their brakes, causing you to swerve."

"But I should have been paying more attention…I should have kept my eyes on the road…"

Pilar wrapped his sobbing body in her arms.

"It wasn't your fault." She whispered in his ear.

He sniffled.

Fox walked over to him.

"It's ok man," he said, stroking his hair.

Ethan gave a half smile.

"Ok," he said. "I'll help you find her."

"Good" fox said. "I'm going to go back home and see if she is there…Pilar, call Whitney and Chad and see if they have any idea where she could be. Ethan, can you check the pier and the beach?"

"Sure, I'll go right now."

"Ok," Fox breathed.

They three spilt up, all looking for Teresa.

After an hour, they still couldn't find her.

Ethan was walking back home as he passed the cemetery.

He stopped.

"She's here." He said to himself.

He slowly walked through the gates. When he did, he instantly became nauseous, and bent over, vomiting up the little food he had eaten all day.

He slowly stood back up, his legs wobbling. He wiped his mouth, and took in a deep breath.

Once the feeling of sickness had past, he slowly made his way towards Little Ethan's grave. He knew Teresa was there, he could feel it in his heart, but he still hesitated to go, unable to face seeing his godson's grave for the second time that day.

Finally he saw it.

And he was right.

Teresa was there.