A/N: Finally, an update! I have two more chapter that I will post later today or tomorrow. I just need to proofread them. Hope you enjoy.

Juliette was flipping through a huge file folder in front of her home computer. She had lost the caterer's number. This was not good. The Sanchez wedding was her largest account to date and she couldn't afford to botch it. Though she had made a reputation for herself as an up and coming wedding planner in the LA area, lately her work had been slipping.

She sat down the folder and tried to compose herself. She was close to tears already, and it was only 9 am. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, trying to relieve her stress. She wished Auggie were here with her. He always had the right words to make her feel at ease.

She stood up, stretching her legs, and thought of calling him at work. She knew he was busy, and his job didn't allow for many personal phone calls. After his brother Abe had died in a gang related attack, Auggie had no doubts about taking on his position as a counselor to inner city youth. His work was stressful, but he hoped to deter kids from making the same mistakes his brother had. He was making a difference, Juliette was sure of that. What difference was she making as a wedding planner? Making sure table linens and center pieces didn't clash wasn't exactly the kind of thing that made the world a better place to live.

She sighed. She was being too hard on herself again. Auggie always told her that. Maybe that's what made their marriage so successful. They were complete opposites, but they complimented each other well - each making up for the other's shortcomings.

But there was no making up for her inadequacies this time. Eighteen months. Eighteen months of tests, fertility treatments, and specialists. All telling her the same thing - all those years of binging and purging had wreaked havoc on her body. No matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to have children. This time, she couldn't hold them back, and the tears fell freely down her face. She sobbed uncontrollably as she thought of the future children they would never have. She ached to hold her own child - to give her daughter the unconditional love she had never received from her own mother.

As her sobs subsided she reached for her cell phone. She needed to talk to Auggie - even if for just a minute. But as she dug her phone out from the stack of papers on her desk, it began to ring.

"Hello?" She tried to steady her voice in case the voice on the other end was a potential client.

"Juliette? What's wrong?" Peter had almost a sixth sense when it came to his Cliffhangers. "Are you crying?"

Juliette composed herself. "Oh, no. Just a little frustrated, that's all." She paused and bullied her confidence. "It's nothing really. What's going on?"

"Is Auggie there with you?"

"No, he's working today. He won't be back until this evening." She paused, wondering why Peter had called her phone looking for Auggie. "Is there something you need?"

Peter hesitated. "Well, I was hoping to catch both of you together, but I guess that's not possible."

"Peter, what is it? Is everything okay?" The concern was growing in her voice.

"No, it's not Juliette." He paused. "Ezra was found dead two days ago from a drug overdose."

"Oh my God, Peter!" Tears again fell from her large brown eyes. "Oh no -"

"Juliette, are you okay?" Peter wished he could be there to comfort her.

She nodded, then realizing he couldn't see her, added "Yah, I'm okay. I'm just -" She searched for the right words. "Peter, what happened?"

"We're not sure. I'm still waiting on more information. In the meantime, Sophie and I are planning a memorial service for him here at Horizon on Saturday. I'm hoping you and Auggie will be able to make it."

"Of course Peter. I'll call Auggie right now, and we'll make arrangements."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"No, I'm really not, but I will be. I can handle this Peter."

"I know you can kiddo. Please call me if you need to talk."

"I will. Thanks Peter."

Juliette's hand was shaking as she hung up the phone. She couldn't believe that Ezra was gone. Though she hadn't spoken to him since graduation day, she still counted him among her friends. As the reality of the situation hit her, she felt her stomach lurch. She ran to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before she threw up her entire lunch.

****

Auggie was just walking out the door on his way to the local Boys and Girls Club, when his cell phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID. Juliette. He briefly thought of letting it go to voicemail. He had so many things to do today, he wasn't sure if he had time to play cheerleader for her right now. He quickly chastised himself for thinking such a thing and flipped open his phone.

"Hey Jules, what's up?" He could hear his wife sobbing uncontrollably on the other end of the line. "Jules? Jules, you're scaring me. What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's Ezra." She was barely able to choke out the words.

Auggie thought at first that his connection might be bad. "Ezra? Ezra Friedkin? Jules, what are you talking about?"

"Peter just called. Ezra died, Auggie," She fell into another fit of sobs.

"Okay, Jules. Jules? Just try to calm down, I'll be right home."

He jammed his cell phone back into his pocket and raced to his car. He needed to get home. Jules needed him to comfort her, and he needed to hear the whole story of what had happened to his former classmate.