She knew this was bad. Her dad usually kept in check with her, but he sounded so serious. Luckily, Philip was here to support her. Silently, she looked at him standing next to her in the elevator. Muscular build, short brownish hair, kind blue eyes. He was a great friend and cute. Still, try as she might, she couldn't feel anything but friendship for him. Everyone kept telling her she was his mystery woman, and privately Belle was starting to believe it. So, she looked deep in her soul to see if she could love him like that, but it was no use. Shawn was the only one for her, so she was resigned to wait.

Quietly, they went through the hotel room door, surprised to find Brady sitting on the couch.

"Hey Tink, Philip."

Belle went over to hug her brother while Philip found a seat on a chair near the couch.

"Why are you here, Brady?"

"Dad asked me to come by. He said he had some bad news."

"So it's bad?" she asked with a sinking heart. How much more bad news could they take?

"Hey kids." Her father walked into the room. She could tell he'd tried to pull himself together, but his hair was disheveled and his eyes were red and a little puffy, like he'd been crying. Her dad never cried, but that wasn't the worst part. He looked half dead, like someone could knock him over with a feather.

"Daddy, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"Izzy, I need you to sit down." Obediently she sat down next to her brother, dread creeping in. Brady reached over and gripped her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Late last night Bo called me." Quickly he lifted a hand up to silence Belle, as she was opened her mouth to ask if he heard something about Shawn. "Lucas found Sami last night, she had... had drown in the bathtub. It appears she committed... suicide." he struggled to get all the words out clearly, but a tear slid out as his voice shook.

Belle sat, stunned. Sami was dead. It just wasn't possible, she was larger than life. She survived a lethal injection; she would never take her own life. She looked over to Brady, to confirm that thought, but he didn't catch her eye. He sat, unmoving with pain in his eyes. She felt a stab of pity for him, even through her own sense of loss. Brady loved Sami like a sister. They were raised as siblings, but somewhere along the way distance was put between them. She knew that he felt awful now, for every word he said against her, every time he hadn't treated her like the sister she was.

But, she had always had a close relationship to Sami. She spent her childhood idolizing her big sister, even through her mistakes. She had spent the better part of last night with her. Mentally she examined their conversation, Sami had been upset about Lucas and that nurse, but... enough to kill herself? No, she wouldn't do that, she couldn't. With all her faults, no one could argue that she loved her son more than life. Finally, Brady broke the silence that seemed to have stretched on forever.

"It doesn't seem real, my sister's dead." he whispered, as if a loud voice would make it final.

"Don't say that! She's not dead. Please, Daddy, tell me this isn't real."

As the tears started, they wouldn't stop. This was Sami, and now she was gone forever. Philip came over and pulled her into a comforting embrace, knowing she needed all the solace in the world right now. She didn't notice her Dad come over to them, but she felt the change as she was transferred into her father's arms.

"I really am sorry for your loss. I wish I could do something to change it, and I want more than anything to stay and be here for you, Belle, but I have to go. If I know my brother, he may not be handling this very well. I promise I'll be back for you later. I'm really sorry." She nodded to him in farewell as Brady joined the family in a tearful hug.