I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who's been reading this so far. I want to post everyday, but I'm going to New York for my grandpa's birthday tomorrow, so we'll see.

When the phone rang for the fifth time he figured whoever it was wouldn't be hanging up anytime soon. He was still staying at the Salem Hotel; the penthouse was just too painful at the moment. It had to be his cell, and only important people knew the number. It could be about Marlena's death; then again it could be Belle. As much as John loved his daughter, he wouldn't put it past her to call at 1am to complain about Shawn. It was just how she was. On the eighth ring he just wanted the noise to stop.

"Hello?" his voice was still groggy with sleep.

"John, it's Bo. I...I have some bad news."

Bad news, that woke him up. He almost asked if the killer had struck again, then he remembered Marlena was the killer, and she was dead. It still hurt to think about it.

"Do you have some news about Marlena? Or her death? I still think something is off about all of this!"

"Actually, John it's about Sami."

Sami? That was new, well not really, but they never called him when she was in trouble. Then again she was an orphan now.

"What happened? Is she in trouble? I'll pay bail if that's what she needs. What did sh..."

"No, no, John listen to me. Lucas found her not too long ago in her bathtub. I hate to tell you this but, she was dead. I'm so..."

He could tell Bo was still talking, but didn't hear anything he had to say. Sami was dead. The little girl with the laughter that never stopped and golden pigtails always flying behind her. The little girl he had to give back. The little girl that was his daughter, but not. Now he would never get the opportunity to make things better. They could never heal.

"Bo, how did sh... it happen?"

There was a long pause, as if he was debating what to say. This was bad.

"John, I hate to tell you this. I mean I know you loved Sami like a daughter. I loved her, too, she was my niece."

"Damn it, stop trying to soften the blow. You can't make this easier. Just tell me!"

"It appears to be a... a suicide. There was a note."

"What! No, no! Bo, I know my little girl, she would never do this to her son!"

"I don't want to believe it either, but that is what all the evidence points to. Why else would there be a suicide note? I have to go make some calls, do you want me to tell anyone for you?"

"No, I'll tell Brady and Belle tomorrow. Bye."

"I'm really sorry."

Silently, John pressed the end button and lay the phone down. Sami was dead. She committed suicide. It was all too unreal. He felt numb, but at the same time there was a hollow ache where his heart should have been. So much loss. First Abe, a man who was a great friend and one time boss. Caroline, his beloved Ma, even if it wasn't biologically anymore. Roman, a one time rival for Marlena, but in later years a true friend and good man. Tony, an estranged brother. Alice Horton, the kindest most gentle woman in the world. When he lived next door to her, as Roman, she always had time for a friendly word over tea and doughnuts. She took good care of him, Isabella, and the twins.

But the last two, the last two deaths made his heart feel dead. Marlena, the woman who made him who he was, the one who made him feel again after Isabella died. And Sami. Sami with her flaxen locks and ocean blue eyes. The daughter of his heart. And now she was dead, and it was all his fault.