"Derek, Declan's gone. There was an accident… Me and Declan were in the car on the way home from the store…and this car just came out of nowhere…" She took a deep breath, "I was in a coma for a while and when I woke up I had amnesia… I didn't know who I was."
Derek's jaw dropped, "Did… Did he die on impact?" He asked barely above a whisper.
She shook her head, as the tears flowed freely. She took another breath, "Ian… Ian had to take him off of life-support. He—he had so much brain damage, he—God, he couldn't breathe on his own. He was suffering, Derek."
"Emily, I am—I'm so sorry."
"Ian… he didn't tell me right away. The doctor told him not to, until my memory started to come back, which was weeks later. But one night, I was walking by Declan's room… and I heard Ian praying. He—asked God if Declan was up there with him, and to w-watch over his son and not to blame him for his mistakes. And, suddenly… All of my memory came back. It w-was like a flood. I couldn't breathe. I thought I was drowning. I ran into the bathroom and hid. And, and then Ian came home from work later that night… I-I held a gun up to his face and asked him where my son was… and he finally told me."
"Emily, Declan… is gone."