Mrs. Barrow walks home from the grocery store, feeling slightly happier after briefly talking to Mrs. Parker. She was glad to have a friend, even if they met because of a distressing situation. Because of her son's lives of crime, she and her husband didn't have a good reputation in West Dallas. She and her husband had thought of moving away for years, but they couldn't stand the thought of starting over. Especially as they grow older.

As she gets closer to the house, she starts to see the smoke. Her heart leaps into her throat as she realizes what that could mean. She drops her groceries and sprints to her house, her breath quickening with panic as she gets closer.

Their corn fields surrounding the house were engulfed in flames, spreading to the barn and the house. She quickly runs to the barn and lets out all of the animals that they had left. As soon as they were out, she runs to the house.

"Henry!" She screams as she throws the door to their small house open. She runs through the house, trying to find her husband. She reaches the kitchen and sees a lump on the floor. "Henry!" She cries, as she recognizes and runs to him.

Immediately, she pulls him to his feet, and drags him out of the house the same way she came in. As soon as they are outside, they fall back onto the grass, Mrs Barrow unable to hold them up any longer.

"Henry!" She gently slaps her husband's face, trying to wake him up. But she was getting no response. Growing desperate, she starts shaking him and yelling into his face. "Henry! Please, please wake up! I can't lose you too!" She cries, tears streaming down her face. "Please!"

She reaches up and grabs his neck, feeling for his pulse and begging for it to be there. But, no matter how much she tries, there's nothing. He's gone.

She screamed, she cried, she didn't know what else to do. There was no way to get help. She could try and flag down a truck to help her, but who would want to help the mother of the Barrow boys?

However, a firetruck did finally pull up in front of the house, having seen the smoke. But by the time the firemen and paramedics had gotten there, the fire had destroyed everything. It was now just a pile of smouldering ash. The paramedics looked her over, cataloged her injuries, and they took her and her husband to hospital.

The entire way to the hospital, Mrs. Barrow was saying goodbye to her husband. She knew that when they got there, he would be taken away from her, and she would never see him again.

They reach the hospital and they bring her inside, trying to explain all of this to the heartbroken woman. They tell her that there are arrangements that can be made, because they could be costly. She has practically just buried Buck and Clyde, now she has to bury her husband as well.

She just feels so overwhelmed, that she bursts into tears, unable to cope with all of the sudden death surrounding her. Quickly, a nurse came into her room and ushered the men out, irritated that they made her so upset. The young woman walks over to her and pulls her into a warm embrace and rubs her back, trying to make her feel better.

"You're Mrs. Barrow, right?" She asks, softly, not a hint of the disapproving tone that she has become used to hearing.

Unable to speak through her tears, she nods, trying to pull herself together. She just can't believe this is happening to her family. Everything is falling apart so fast, she doesn't have time to catch anything before it slips through her fingers.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." The nurse says, shocking the older woman with her words. "I have heard about your sons, and your husband, and I am so sorry all of this is happening." She suddenly takes the older woman by the shoulders and looks directly into her eyes. "But you have to be strong, Mrs. Barrow. You are such a wonderful woman, you just need to pull yourself together."

"Thank you." Mrs. Barrow says, meekly as she takes the tissue the nurse was handing her.

"Of course, Mrs. Barrow. If you need me, I'll be down the hall at the main desk." She turns to leave, but Mrs. Barrow stops her.

"What is your name, dear?"

"Anna."

"Thank you, Anna, for treating me with such generosity and kindness."

"It's my pleasure. I know what it is like to be ridiculed because of others opinions. Now, if you'll excuse me."

And with that, she turned and left Mrs. Barrow sitting there on the hospital bed, feeling sore and exhausted.