Just so you know, in my version Hope and Patrick successfully kept Jen from getting on the plane. All three are safe at home.

He should be doing paperwork right now. He should be making phone calls, Pop still needed to know. He should be keeping busy, but he couldn't. It was his niece. If he were honest, deep down Bo always favored Sami. She embodied the wild impetuousness and hot temper that made the Brady's who they were. She was a child after his own heart, the troublemaker like him.

Now she was dead, and the last words he heard her say were blaming him for her mother's death. He had told her to grow up, or something to that effect. After all, he had felt guilty enough, she didn't have to make it worse, but he knew better. He knew that lashing out was how Sami grieved, and he had tried to make her stop. They all had.

Will was at camp now. He had no idea what was in store for him. Lucas had been heartbroken. Bo couldn't say that he liked Lucas; then again he didn't dislike him either. Really he had no opinion of the guy. Most uncles wouldn't be partial to the guy who had knocked up their 16 year old niece or put that niece on death row, he still thought Lucas had something to do with that. Still, he had felt terrible for him. How can you not feel bad for a man who has cried so much he had no tears left? It was obvious that he cared for Sami, probably even loved her.

And John, well John was complicated. He was like a brother to him, but it felt unfaithful to Roman to even think of him like that. But, the man loved Sami like a daughter, even if she refused to see it. That was why he had told John first, but after hearing his heartbroken voice and pretending not to notice that way his it had shaken, Bo was immobile.

His eyes landed on a picture, one from the Brady-Horton 4th of July celebration a few years ago. Hope and the boys were goofing around with Roman, Sami and Eric. Sami was piggy-back on Eric, he could hear echoes of the banter between the siblings.

"Eric, you can't get me on your back. I'm a grown woman for God's sake."

"Come on, Sami, your not that heavy."

"Oh, shut up!"

"I'll shut up when you hop on."

What he needed was to talk to his wife. Yes, Hope would understand, she could make it better. He reached a shaking hand over to the phone and dialed the familiar number. On the third ring she picked up.

"Fancy face?"

"Bo? Why are you calling so late? What's wrong?"

"It's Sami. She's... dead."

"Oh my God! Poor Lucas, and Will, oh he'll be crushed."

"Hope, I feel awful. She committed suicide. Suicide! She took her own life because she felt alone. No one ever tried to reach her. I should have tried harder. I should have done something, anything! She died hating me."

"No, honey, she didn't hate you. You were her Uncle Bo, she loved you, and you loved her. For whatever reason she did this, it was not your fault. It was no one's fault."

He could tell she meant what she was saying, but he couldn't believe it. Sami did what she did because no one would accept her. She felt abandoned. Every time they forgot her, or yelled, it caused her heart to break just a little more. Every time she was put down and rejected she reinforced the wall she built to protect herself from her own family; except she wasn't protected, because deep down it still hurt. No, it wasn't his fault, it was everyone's.