Bree arrived home to find Danielle also home from Susan's. But when she asked for an explanation, the only one she received was that Julie was going to her dad's for the weekend; something that pained Bree because she knew that this arrangement would soon be coming to the Van De Kamp household one way or another.

"Danielle, have you heard about your brother?" Bree asked the girl, sitting down in front of her.

"No, what's he done now?" Danielle rolled her eyes.

"He was in a car accident, and he won't be coming home." Bree sighed and Danielle almost burst into tears there and then.

"Please tell me he's not dead!" she begged her seemingly cold mother.

"No he's not, he's going to live with your dad." Bree explained and Danielle breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh." Danielle didn't know what else to say.

"Would you like to live with your dad to? Because if that's what you want, I'll let you do it, because I just want you to be happy, you know that don't you?" Bree reached over to touch her daughter's hair.

"I know mom." Danielle breathed, tears pricking her eyes; her mother's behaviour was starting to worry her.
"Good." Bree smiled before standing up slowly, turning to go out the room but Danielle stopped her.

"Are you happy mom?" she asked and Bree turned to face her.

"Yes." Bree lied but she knew Danielle wouldn't pick up on it.

"Ok." Danielle smiled briefly before turning back to the television set.

Bree hung her coat up and entered the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the counter, ready to boil the kettle and have the thickest cup of coffee she could get just to get her through the horrible time she was experiencing. When she reached up into one of the cupboards to get the pot of coffee, something fell down; a piece of pale pink paper with darker pink hearts on it. When she picked it up, she instantly remembered what it was but for what reason it was in the cupboard, she did not know. She was too distracted by the letter to notice that Danielle was coming through to the kitchen as Bree made her way over to the table, the letter in her hand. She sat down and began to read, a smile coming across her face for a while.

Dear Bree,

I know its been so long since I last wrote, of course that doesn't mean I don't love you any less, its just that the medical instructor dragged us all the way to Mississippi for some stupid conference. I missed you so much and can't wait to come back home just to hold you tight and smell your lavender perfume again. How's Summer College going for you? I wish I had decided to stay in New Jersey, maybe then I wouldn't be writing this letter, and instead I'd be able to tell you what I want to say. It's a bastard that your parents are making you go to that stupid holiday college, if you can call it that. I mean you always complained that you got enough schooling during the school days, let alone having to go to a summer college as well. But don't worry Bree, when I come home, I'm going to marry you, just like you wanted. You know that big wedding you've always wanted? Well I'm going to give it you purely because I love you so much that I don't think I can bear to be another day away from you. I want you to be Mrs Van De Kamp instead of Bree Mason. I have to go now, because the med guy is getting pissed that I spend too much thinking about you and not keeping my mind on the job. He's standing watching me actually and I find that funny, for what reason I don't know.

I will come home baby, I promise. I love you sweetie,

Rex x-x-x-x-x-x xoxoxoxoxoxo

Bree breathed for a minute before bursting into tears, loud sobs erupting from her just as Danielle entered the room, a shocked expression on her face.

"Mom?" she almost whispered, afraid of her mother in this mood, purely because she didn't know what Bree was going to do next. Bree did her best to swipe at the tears before turning to her daughter.

"I'm sorry." She apologized for her behaviour but Danielle shook her head.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to the paper in her hand.

"A letter." Bree simply replied, setting it down on the table solemnly before getting up. "I need to go somewhere, you'll be ok on your own won't you?"

"Sure." Danielle barely spoke before Bree had picked up her bag and headed out the door, probably to Lynette's, Dani thought.