The next morning a nurse woke me to ask a bunch of questions and do some tests. She had to shine a light in my good eye, "You have bad concussion Mrs. McMahon, I don't think the doctor will let you home today. I'll have him check on you soon."

I lay there wondering where my family were and thinking about how much my head hurt. I didn't have a mirror or a phone to check on it but I could tell from the pain that my eye was a real mess. I was only half awake when Paul walked in, "Hi honey, how are you feeling?" He leant over and kissed me. His voice was full of concern.

"Terrible, my head hurts so bad."

He sat down and took my hand. He looked down, not in my eyes. I realised that he was clearly troubled by something. Obviously I was hurt and all but I could tell this was something else, "Paul, what's wrong?"

He still didn't look at me, "Honey we have to talk about a uh... problem." I don't like how he said that. Oh my god! They figured out what I did, they're going to bust in here and arrest me!

"Don't look so scared baby, please. It's just that Marissa came to me last night. She was worried about something you said to her." Marissa and Shane are here? That's great! Wait, I don't remember talking to her. I must have been out of it.

I focussed back on Paul, "I don't remember seeing her."

Paul mumbled, "Oh god."

"Paul, what's going on? You're scaring me."

He looked at me and I saw his eyes had tears in them, "Baby can you try to remember last night? Before your dad and I got here. Who came to see you?" Can I remember? Of course I can!

"The girls. My mom brought the girls in here to see me."

Paul had started to cry, "Oh my god... Steph..." What the hell is wrong with him? I've only ever seen him cry a few times. Why now?

"You're scaring me! What's wrong with you? What's... is something wrong with mom?"

He took my other hand and held them both very tightly and tears flowed down his face. I had never seen him like it before, "Steph your mom died. You know that." What?! What the fuck? How could he break it me like that? And why? How? When? And what did he mean 'you know that'?

He tried to stop crying and speak more clearly as he wiped his eyes, "Baby your mom died three months ago. Please try to remember."

I was dumbfounded, "Paul, I can't. I don't understand."

I nearly jumped out of my skin as a different voice spoke on the other side of me. I hadn't noticed anyone else come in, "We can help you with that Mrs. McMahon. I'm Doctor Stanley. I'm going to start you on some medication and things will start to make a lot more sense soon okay? You've also got a very nasty concussion so I'm afraid you will need to stay here again for tonight at least."

I was crying now, "Paul?"

He got up and hugged me as tightly as he could, "It's going to be okay baby, I should have made you see someone sooner. I knew you were struggling to cope but you're so stubborn I knew it would only cause us to fight and make things worse. I'm sorry, this is all my fault."

I couldn't make any words come out of my mouth for a minute or so, "So, I'm crazy?"

He voice sounded like he might cry again, "No baby. You're not crazy, you're ill. You're having a tough time thinking about things clearly that's all. We'll get you the meds and you will be okay."

He sat with me for another half hour and we had both calmed down when suddenly he said, "I don't want to stress you too much Steph as I know you're struggling but I need to ask you something else."

I nodded, "Okay."

"That dress the police found in the apartment? That wasn't what you were wearing when you dropped me off at the airport. Do you want to tell me about that?"

Oh shit! Busted.