Theresa walked over to where Fox and Little Ethan were busy playing. "Looks like you two are having fun." She smiled down at Little Ethan. "Why don't you go over and play with those boys again, sweetie. Your uncle Fox and I need to have a little talk."

Theresa watched as her son ran off. "Fox..."

"This morning was a mistake, Theresa."

She almost seemed shocked by his words. It was the exact thing she was going to tell him. "Yes." She agreed. "Yes. You're right, Fox. It was a mistake."

"I mean, Little Ethan's been through enough already. He deserves a family. I can't imagine what it would do to him if you and Ethan divorced. I know enough of what it's like to grow up without a true mother and father. It's hell."

"I've wondered the exact same thing all morning. He's had enough turmoil in his short life to last him an entire lifetime."

Fox looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry I let things go so far this morning. I let myself get caught up in my emotions."

She touched his hand, "You're not to blame, Fox. I was there too remember."

"Yeah, that's kind of hard to forget."

"I don't regret it, Fox. I never will."

"Sure." He said pulling his hand free of Theresa's. "I've got to get going. I'm meeting my father at Crane Industries. It's time I get back into the real world." No more dreams. He had to get over, Theresa. She could never truly be his. He turned to walk away, but she grabbed his arm.

"Please don't stop seeing Little Ethan again. He loves you, Fox. You're like a father to him."

"He already has a father, Theresa."

"Fox, please don't be like this. Don't push us away again."

He sighed. "I won't. I promised him I would teach him how to play baseball and I will. I always keep my promises, Theresa."

She watched as he walked away. Fox hadn't always kept his promises. He had once told her he would never do anything to hurt her. He would never break her heart. And at this very moment her heart lay in front of her in a million pieces. She wiped a tear from her cheek. She had to stopped thinking about him. Fox was right. Little Ethan deserved to be in a stable home. They were doing the right thing. Later that afternoon as Theresa sat alone in her room waiting for Ethan to come home she wondered why if she was doing the right thing it hurt so bad. Little did she know that just across town, the man she loved sat wondering the same thing.

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Tonight, Theresa's dream was different. She found herself standing in Ethan and Gwen's bedroom. She looked around the room. Furniture had been overturned and things were laying haphazardly on the ground. It was clear that there had been a struggle here. She walked through the room and saw a letter sitting on Gwen's desk. It was the letter that Sam had found detailing the reasons for Gwen's suicide.

She picked it up and read it. Clearly when she wrote this letter she was angry. She had taken most of that anger out on Theresa. She went to great lengths to pin the reason of her suicide on Theresa. Even until the end, she never took blame for anything that she had done. Sure, Theresa, had obviously done things to hurt Gwen, but it was ultimately Gwen who brought about her own demise. She was the one that sent the letter to the tabloids. The one that had taken Little Ethan away from her.

Theresa heard something coming from the bathroom. She walked quitely over to the door and was shocked by what she saw. Someone dressed from head to toe in black sit stradling Gwen. Gwen lay there clearly unconscious. Theresa tried to make out the features of the person, but it was too dark in the room to make anything out. The figure pulled out a knife from their belt and started to pick up one of Gwen's wrist.

"No!!! Stop!!!" Theresa yelled, but here sceams fell upon deaf ears.

The figure slashed one wrist and then the other. When the job was finished the figure ran past Theresa so quickly that she was again unable to catch a glimpse of who it was. She caught flickers of their anger though. The person who had done this was clearly full of rage. She watched the bright red blood run along the floor. She felt sick and her head was spinning. God, this wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. Gwen had been murdered. She was right. All along she had been suspicious of the circumstances.

Gwen's limp figure slowly sat up and turned her head toward, Theresa. Theresa nearly fell to the ground trying to escape. "There's no escaping, Theresa. There's no escaping what you've done."

"Wake up! God, Theresa wake up."

Theresa woke groggling up in Ethan's arms. She pushed away from him. "Get away from me! Stay away from me."

"Theresa, calm down. You're okay. I'm here." He said cradling her.

She pressed her face into his chest. "Oh, God, Ethan it was awful. Someone killed her. I knew it. Someone killed her."

He looked at Theresa confused. "Killed who, Theresa? What are you talking about?" He said lifting her face up to look at his.

"Gwen. Someone killed Gwen. I saw it. It my dream."

"Shhh, Theresa, it was just a dream. Just a bad dream. Calm down."

Theresa let him comfort her. Right now she needed to be held and she didn't care by who. For all she knew it could have been Ethan that killed Gwen or it could have been Fox. Then it hit her, it could have even been her. Gwen's words ran through her mind, "There's no escpaing, Theresa. There's no escaping what you've done." God, she killed Gwen!

Tell me what you think. I hope it come across in words the way I had it played across in my mind. Enjoy! And remember thinngs are not as they seem. Anyone could have killed Gwen at this point. Clearly everyone in th story has motive!!!