After the services at the church, they all followed the hearse to the cemetery in two limos. The mortuary would have provided them, but Gabriella said she would take care of it herself. It wasn't as though Eduardo and Maria's insurance policy wouldn't cover it, she just didn't want to be riding around on their money.

Troy had his arm wrapped around her, their daughter's head asleep on his lap. Dominick and Temperance rode with them while Aurelia rode in the limo ahead of them with Esme and Lourdes. Eduardo was Aurelia's son and Esme and Lourdes' brother, so they should be up front anyhow. It wasn't as though Gabriella minded. All she cared for was to see them buried in the ground, to know that that chapter of her life was finally over.

Troy kissed the side of her head, whispering, "Are you alright?"

She turned her head slightly, looking into his eyes. "I'm burying my past today, T. I couldn't be better."

He pulled her closer to his side, holding her gently there. "I don't want you to forget at any time that I'm here for you, baby. I know you're being strong, but please don't forget that I'm here."

Gabriella turned her body more completely toward him, her face completely tightened in a way because of worry and distraught over what he had just said. "I never forget that, T. I need you and I know that. I haven't forgotten that. I haven't pushed you away and I'm not going to. You've given me the strength I've needed to get through this day when all I wanted to do was run for the door. I didn't even want to be here in the first place, but Temperance needed me. You gave me the strength I needed to be here for her."

Troy pulled her back to him, kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry."

She rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, trying to stave off the tears that stung at her eyes. "Just don't let me go, T. Don't let go."

He kissed the top of her head again, and held onto her until they arrived at the cemetery. They woke up Tori and all of them climbed out of the limos, gathering under the green tent. It was starting to snow, not much, just a few flurries, but the mortician set up the tent anyway. It never snowed in California, so this was weird for most everyone who didn't grow up here. It wasn't enough that it would stick, but it was enough to be weird.

Gabriella wished she had brought a wrap and when Troy took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders she felt even worse. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him. "T..."

He smiled gently down at her, whispering, "Shhhh. It's ok. I'm ok, baby." Troy didn't mind. He didn't mind the cold, in fact he preferred the cold.

Gabriella stepped closer to him, sliding her arms through the jacket as he wrapped his arm back around her, pulling her against his side. Tori stood at her daddy's other side, holding his hand as the priest from the church came up to them, greeting them with a warm smile. The family sat in chairs around the graves.

He asked them all in Spanish to bow their heads as he prayed for Eduardo and Maria. Gabriella wrapped her arms more around Troy, pulling her self closer to him. She didn't expect to feel this. She didn't know what this was. They were her parents, but they had abused her her entire childhood and now they were gone. She was supposed to love them, but she felt relieved that they were gone. She didn't have that peace before now, until they were now being buried six feet below the ground. They would never be able to hurt her ever again. And she felt relief.

The Padre finish praying and invited them all to come up and place a rose on top of the caskets. Lourdes and Esme stepped up first, picking up roses. They stopped at Maria's casket before turning over to their brother's casket. Lourdes kissed the rose and placed it on the casket, letting her hand linger there for a moment before turning away, walking away with Esme.

Tempe stood forward next with Dominick by her side. They both picked up roses, Dominick wanting to support her with every step. They each placed a rose on her mother's casket and Temperance softly started crying. Dominick wrapped his arm around her and she held onto him tightly. She just wanted this day to be over with. Dominick helped her walk over to her father's casket. Everyone knew that he didn't have to be lying in this box, but he had chosen to be. Everyone knew that, but even though they knew, not everyone understood why. Tempe wasn't even sure she could accept why right now... or ever. He could have lived for years, but he chose to die. He chose to kill himself instead.

"Why, Papa?" she whispered, placing the rose on the casket. "You're supposed to be here with me. You're supposed to be taking care of me. You're supposed to walk me down the the isle when I get married."

Dominick almost froze as he placed the rose on the casket. He hoped she wasn't talking about with him, at least not right now. It wasn't as though he didn't really like the girl, he might even love her, but she wasn't even sixteen yet. He was several years older than her and even though he had started a relationship with her, he knew he probably shouldn't have. If she was thinking marriage right now with him, he would have to talk to her about it. They had been able to talk about anything else, they should be able to talk about this. Temperance's strength fell and she turned to Dominick, holding onto him to keep her standing. She sobbed silently into his chest as he pulled her away from the casket.

Tori tugged on her daddy's hand, and Troy leaned down to her whispering, "Sí, Angel?"

Tori looked up into Troy's eyes. "I want to put flowers on the caskets."

Troy took a shallow breath and nodded his head. "Alright, Mija." He leaned over and whispering into Lily's ear. "I'm going to help Tori lay some roses on the caskets." Gabriella nodded, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as he stood. "I'll be right back," he assured her and took Tori forward to the caskets.

Troy picked two roses from the bouquets, handing them down to his little girl. Tori walked over to her bisabuelo's casket, laying the flower up on it. He looked up at her daddy who nodded down at him. Tori felt as though Troy was proud of her and walked around to her bisabuelo's casket to her bisabuela's, reaching up to place the other rose on top of it. Troy placed his hand on Tori's back and she looked up at her daddy, smiling and Troy nodded.

"Come on."

Tori nodded and they walked back over to stand beside Gabriella. Aurelia left Lourdes' and Esme's side, walking over and taking Gabriella's hand.

"Vamos, Nieta. Despedirse de mí."

Gabriella's eyes widened as her abuela pulled her forward. "Abuela, no. Por favor. No, por favor," she pleaded with her abuela, not wanting to do this, knowing that her abuela knows why she doesn't want to.

Aurelia stopped by the bouquet of roses, pulling two out and handing them to her nieta. "Decir adiós, Nieta. Es necesario!"

Gabriella didn't want to. She didn't feel it. Aurelia picked out two roses for herself, turning to her nieta.

"Ahora, Nieta!" Aurelia wasn't taking no for an answer.

Gabriella sighed, turning to her mother's casket. She laid the rose down with her abuela and turned to do the same with the other rose, but her abuela caught her hand, stopping her immediately.

Gabriella looked back up at her abuela, taking a deep breath. "Decir adiós, Nieta."

She pursed her lips tightly at her abueala, tears brimming at her eyes. Troy watched silently from where he stood with Tori. He wanted to go to her side, but he knew she had her abuela and Aurelia was helping her get through this. He would go to her side if he needed to, but he knew she could take it. She was strong and she had her abuela's strength to help her as well.

Gabriella looked down at the casket. She hadn't spoken to them when they had been at the church. She hadn't planned on speaking to them at all, but her abueala was making her.

"Lo siento te has ido," she spoke silently. "Lo siento que usted se enferma."

She took a deep breath, not really wanting to get into how she felt. Aurelia squeezed her hand, pushing her to go on. Gabriella swallowed hard, taking a breath.

"Why didn't you do anything, mama? When I was growing up. Why didn't you do anything?" The tears tarted to fall. She knew she couldn't get answers, but her abuela had pulled her up here for a reason. "Que eras mi madre. You should have protected me!" She was angry. She was hurting. She felt like screaming at her mother for not taking care of her the way she should have.

"But you let him throw me around! You let him hit me. You let him abuse me, and you dind't care. You didn't even take care of me yourself! You rarely fed me. I had to learn how to get my own food and when he found me in the kitchen, I got punished for that. And when I ran away, you didn't even come after me. Neither of you came for me." She had gone to her abuela's casa, so it wasn't as though they didn't know where she was, they just didn't care. They didn't want to be parents. They didn't want her.

It would be so easy to resent Temperance. She had the relationship with their parents she should have had, but Gabriella was more mature than that. And even as she was yelling at her mother for not taking care of her, she had a pang of guilt for not taking care of her own daughter. Yes, she was now. She was trying to be the best mother she could be. She knew she couldn't make up for all the lost time between her and Tori, she couldn't even begin to make up for the lost time between Troy and Tori, but she was trying. Troy tried every day to convince her that she was a good mother, and Tori had even said she loved her and she knew she meant it. She had to believe she was doing something right.

She turned away from her mother's casket, ready to face her father. She had mustered up enough strength and enough courange to face him. She knew he was dead, but with what she was about to say, she still needed the strength. Placing the rose down on the casket with her abuela, Gabriella stood there silently for a moment.

Aurelia rubbed her nieta's arms, whispering softly in her ear. "He cannot hurt you. Just tell him what you need to say, Nieta."

Gabriella shook like a leaf in the wind, pulling Troy's jacket more around her, and not even it was helping shield her from the cold or the fear. "I know God teaches us that we should forgive, but I don't know how I will ever be able to forgive you. I would say that I hate you, but I can honestly tell you that I don't care enuogh about you to hate you." She shook through a silent sob, shaking her head down at her father through the casket.

"Que eras mi padre! You were supposed to be the one man I could trust in and depend on, but you didn't give me that. I should have been able to bring Troy home to you and you should have given him that speech that all loving fathers give their daughter's boyfriends. But you weren't the loving father you should have been!" Gabriella couldn't keep her sobs silent any longer. "Why couldn't you love me? ¿Por qué? Why couldn't you be the father I needed? Why didn't you love me?"

She fell forward, her hands bracing down on the casket. Aurelia wrapped her arms around her, but Troy was there by her side just as instantly.

Aurelia looked up at him, whispering, "Lo siento."

Troy shook his head as Aurelia let him take her nieta from her arms, and she walked back by Lourdes and Esmeralda. Gabriella turned in Troy's arms, sobbing into his shirt. She held onto him as tightly as she could, but it was weak at best. Troy pressed his lips to the top of her head, holding her closer to him.

"He was my father, T," she cried into his chest, gripping at him more. "Él era mi padre y él no era ningún tipo de padre. He hurt me, and he showed no love to me ever."

Troy closed his eyes, hating that she was going through this. There was nothing he could even do to make her feel better. He couldn't take her pain away as much as he wanted to. "Come on, Lily," he whispered. "Let's go."

Gabriella silently sobbed, keeping her head laid on his chest, letting him turn the both of them away, walking back over to where their son stood with Temperance and Dominick. Temperance reached out her hand to her older sister, but Gabriella couldn't accept the touch right now. She loved her sister, but she didn't want to open up to anyone. She only wanted to go home and shut the world out. She just wanted to be alone.

Temperance pulled her hand back, turning into Dominick's side. Troy looked own at his daughter, pulling her under his arm to walk with her and her mama back to the limo. Everyone else slowly followed behind them, leaving the men from the mortuary to inter the caskets.