1 year later

(Caleb's P.O.V)

Naomi and I walked home slowly, dragging our feet through the snow. Today was the worst day of our lives. Same for Joey and Mary. It was the day of that horrible phone call. We heard two voices behind us.

"Hey Gifford's! Why so sad? Oh, is it the day your stupid old man died?" Danny Frisco yelled behind us.

"Forget it Danny. They're no fun to mess with anymore. They're nothing but miserable since their dad died." Ashley Frisco said after him. His twin sister. They're the school bullies. We just ignored them and kept walking. They rolled their eyes and left. When we got home, we didn't see mom. So we got out of our wet clothes and watch cartoons. I pulled the picture of dad and me out of my pocket. I saw Naomi look down at her necklace.

"Daddy…." I heard her whisper. I looked at the picture. We started crying. Naomi curled in a ball and cried harder. Mom walked in.

"Guys." She walked to us and hugged us tightly. I heard her cry too. "I miss him too. But you know he wouldn't want us to be crying like this. Be brave. For daddy."

Everyone always tells me.

"Don't worry, you'll see daddy again soon."

But why is soon taking so long?

(Stella's P.O.V)

I walked in the house wiping tears.

Ray. Why was it you? I wish I was me. I really do!

I walked around the house looking for Joey. I didn't find him. He must've not been home from school yet. I knew he wouldn't hurry home. He knew what today was. I saw him drag his way in the house. I stood up.

"Hey Joey. How bout' we make hot chocolate?" I asked him. His head was down. I lifted his chin. He was crying. I pulled him into a hug. He cried harder. I couldn't hold back tears anymore and let them pour out. We fell to the floor in each other's arms. He looked at me.

"Mom? Don't ever re-marry! Please don't! Please!" He begged. That made me cry harder.

"I'm never ever doing that! Nobody can replace your daddy! It's going to be you and me till the end baby. Just you and me." I told him.

Me and him till the end.

(Mo's P.O.V)

I walked in the house with tears in my eyes. I saw Nick, my one year old son. He was playing with his toys and waved when he saw me walk in. He reminded me so much of Charlie. Maybe it was his long brown hair. Or his dark brown eyes. Or maybe just his face he makes when he's confused that Charlie used to always make.

"Nicky? Where's Mary?" I asked him.

"Sissy up der mama." He said with his tiny baby voice. Pointing up.

I picked him up and went upstairs with him in my arms. I went up to Mary's door and heard crying and banging. I put Nick down and went in. I saw Mary tearing up her room trying to find something. I saw get out a pair of scissors and she went up to the teddy bear that Charlie gave her. She stabbed it with the scissors. I ran to her and grabbed them.

"Mary! It's okay! Stop it Mary! Just relax baby! Breathe. Just breathe." I said fighting her for the scissors. Nick started crying thinking we were hurting each other. Soon Mary stopped. And fell into my arms. I held her tightly and started crying.

"Dada!" Nick said crying. I looked at him wondering how he knew.

"I told him stories about daddy. So I guess her knows." Mary said.

I nodded and Nick walked over to us and we hugged him.

I'm never going to let anything or anyone hurt my family, we've lost so much already. They can't take any more pain in their lives.