That night, Lilith had terrible nightmares. All the fights they'd ever had replayed in her mind, up to the one that had led to the accident. "No—no," she whimpered, "Angela, please—please—"
Then the tears came back, in wrenching sobs that roused Dirk from his bed. "Shh… I know," he whispered, as she sat up and cried in his arms. "I know it's hard—especially when you haven't told her you love her for so long."
"What if she dies, Dirk?" Lilith sobbed. "All those times—over silly things—and now—"
Another crying spell roused Darren and Cassandra. "I—I'm sorry," she apologized to her hosts, "to wake you up."
"Oh, sweetheart," Darren said, taking Lilith in his arms and holding her close, "we were about to get up anyway. Besides, I know how it feels. I felt the same way when my first wife, Darleen, was killed. There were times we'd fight over silly things, too, and remembering those times after the fact, I cried, realizing I would've given anything to have her back."
Suddenly realizing he might be jeopardizing his current marriage to Cassandra, he took a sideways glance at her as if to ask, "Is it all right if I talk about her?"
But Cassandra just smiled and nodded. "Go ahead," she replied. "This may help her."
"Even now," Darren continued, "I wonder what things might have been like if I'd been able to save her."
"Don't you ever apologize for waking us up," Cassandra laughed, as she took Lilith in her arms and kissed the tears away. "That's why we took you in—so we could be there for you whenever you need us."