Morgan arrived at the park all too soon, her mind jumbled with unprocessed thoughts. Thoughts about Cal, Hunter, her family. It was too much.

"Morgan," Cal called from the darkness. "Did you bring anyone along?"

Morgan turned to look at him, "Should I have?"

Cal smirked, "Depends on how you look at it. From my perspective, chaperones would be a bad idea."

"Just what did you have planned?" Morgan asked suspiciously.

Cal looked at her and smiled, "You don't have to be so afraid Morgan. I love you. I won't hurt you."

"Give a girl a break. I have a right to be skittish. I thought you were dead," Morgan said, fighting the tears that tempted to erupt as she thought of his cold, motionless corpse.

"Don't think about that anymore. I am not dead, we can be together," Cal said firmly.

"No, Cal. That hasn't changed. We can't be together. Not that way," Morgan said regretfully.

"Morgan, I would die for you. If that wasn't obvious before, it should be now. You have my utter devotion. You need not question my loyalty, so what is making you hesitate," Cal said desperately.

"Hunter," Morgan said quietly.

"His name has entered the conversation before," Cal said suspiciously.

"Cal, Hunter and I are, well, we're involved," Morgan said hesitantly.

"What?" Cal gaped.

"I know you don't think much of him, but Hunter is a really great guy," Morgan explained.

"So, you're saying that you stepped right over my corpse to fuck my brother," Cal yelled, the fury smoldering in his eyes.

"Cal - it wasn't like that - " Morgan stammered.

"Did you sleep with him?" Cal asked, his anger barely masked in his voice.

"Cal - " "Answer me. Did you sleep with him?"

"No, Cal - "

"That was all I needed to know," Cal said quietly.

And the world went dark.