"Hi, Liv."

Staring up at him, Liv was sure that she was seeing a ghost but knew better. She'd know him anywhere. The dark brown hair, the eyes, the nose, right down to the five o'clock shadow of his beard. So similar to him, she could almost cry.

"I thought you went back to London, Tyler."

"I was. But then I got word of Grandma Beth's death and came back," Tyler told her. "I suppose I should have called you."

"We haven't exactly been on speaking terms in years. I can understand why you wouldn't want to talk to me. I just wasn't expecting to see my late fiancé's identical twin brother standing beside me."

Taking a drink from the glass, Tyler half smiled at her. "You are the one who made it back up here to Mason, Montana. I believe you made it back to my home ground. But what are you doing here anyway? Last we spoke, you said you'd never come back up here. D.C. was your home and all that jazz."

"I just started driving and driving. I ended up here. I don't think I even knew where I was going until a couple of hours ago. Once I hit a diner just on the other side of the state line, think I figured out I was coming up here. How long have you been here?"

"A few days after she died. When I called to check on her, they said she passed and was being sent home. I called the funeral home here and they told me you had taken care of everything but weren't coming up. So, I figured I'd come back and make sure everything went alright. I made sure that she was buried in the right spot and with the right things. She's right between Grandpa Adam and Stephen. Exactly as she wanted."

Finishing the glass in her hand and downing the second, Liv waved at the bartender for another. "I was there when she died. She was seeing them. And Hope and George. Beth was excited to see them again. The last thing she wanted was to see them."

"You took excellent care of her, Liv. You gave her everything she could have asked for or wanted."

"Except for the one thing she did."

"Which was?"

"Time with her grandson. Money can buy a lot of things, but not the most important thing."

"Being the black sheep of the family, I could have done better though. I should have come back when Stephen told me she was sick. I could have seen her at least one last time while she was lucid. I think I was afraid of the wrath she would have given me had I come back though. I wasn't the perfect grandson. Hell, half the time I wasn't even a good grandson. After mom and dad died, I was horrible. Stephen was always her favorite."

Shaking her head, Liv turned to give him her full attention. "She didn't have favorites between you two. When I would visit her, she would ask about you and about Stephen. Most times I would tell her that you two were off on a brothers' trip. Doing some fishing or something."

"As if Stephen would fish," Tyler laughed. "Thank you for taking care of her. I'm sorry I wasn't much help."

"Beth became my responsibility when Stephen died," Liv stopped herself and looked down at the tips of her fingers around the glass. "I'm sorry I took him away from you."

"Liv…" Tyler tried getting her attention but couldn't get it. Dipping his finger under her chin, he raised her head to look at him. "Hey, now. You didn't take him from me. It's not your fault what Edison did to him. You didn't know what he was capable of. And even if you did, you can't be held accountable for his actions. You tried to save him. I know you did. You did all that you could to keep him alive. I don't blame you for anything. Liv, you need to move on. I know you will always love Stephen. That will never change. But that doesn't mean you can't love someone else too."

"How am I supposed to move on and he's not able to? It's my fault that he's dead. My ex-boyfriend killed him. Edison took him away from all of us. If I wasn't with Stephen, he'd still be alive. You'd still have your brother. Beth would still have her grandsons. You all would be happy. You'd be just one happy family if I wasn't involved."

Looking around the bar, he noticed a few people staring over at her and shot them glares. "You can't blame yourself for what your fucked up ex does. Stephen knew about Edison and what he could do. He didn't care. He loved you more than anything Edison would have done. Stephen only wanted to protect you." Watching her drink down her third glass, he put a few bills on the counter and stood up, handing her purse to her. "Come on, lets get you out of here."

"And go where exactly?"

"I'll take you back to the house. You can spend the night there. You need to at least lay down and rest. Tomorrow, we can decide what to do."

Unsure what he was referring to, Liv followed him out to his car while he grabbed her suitcase and locked the car. Taking her back to his grandmother's house, Tyler helped her out and in the front door.

Looking around the room, everything seemed to be working and functional. "No one's lived here in almost six years. What happened? I had the movers cover everything and protect the furniture," Liv told him.

"I told you I've been back for a few months. I wasn't going to stay in a hotel, Liv. Did you forget the house is in my name and yours?"

"You moved back to Montana and didn't tell me. You didn't even bother to call and talk to me or say 'hello' after she passed but you managed to move back in here without me knowing."

"To sum it up, yes, I suppose that's what happened. Though I don't need your permission to come back home."

"Were you going to tell me at some point that you were back here?"

Picking up her suitcase, Liv followed him to the master bathroom. "At some point, yes, I would have. You beat me to it by showing up here. Why don't you get a shower and try to relax a bit? I'll be in the living room."

Taking his advice, Liv started up the shower and got her things out. Feeling more relaxed afterwards, she sat on the bed and looked through her phone that had gone off a few times since she last checked. Two more voicemails from Fitz. I can't deal with that right now. It's already been a long enough day. Probably just more mail he doesn't want to see. I should have that stopped. I'll take care of that another time.

Hearing voices from the other room, she got dressed and went to find out who was there. Walking back into the living room, Tyler sat on the couch with the laptop on the coffee table video chatting with a little girl.

"You need to get ready for school, Steph. You don't want to be late again. Go get mom for me and go get breakfast," Tyler told her. Waiting for the few moments for her, Liv stayed further out of view of him or the camera. "Hey babe, sounds like she's chipper today."

"The tooth fairy dropped off a ten instead of a five. She's thrilled and decided to get the newest Squish mellow that's out," the woman laughed.

"Oh, that will definitely just end up in the pile with the others. Have you told her about it yet?"

"Not yet, I was waiting until after school lets out next week. I don't want her to get so excited that she won't be paying attention in class."

Nodding his agreement, "that's probably best. Maybe you could just pick her up on the last day and hop the flight here? Steph would sleep through most of the flight."

"That might be possible. We can discuss the details later when she's away. I've got to get ready for work."

"Ok, love. I'm sorry I've not been there more. But I promise when you two come here, I'll be all hands on."

The woman smiled at him and winked. "I'm counting on that, lover."

"Good, have a good day, my loves." Closing the laptop, Tyler pushed his body back against the couch. "You can come out now, Liv."

Moving to the other side of the couch, she curled her legs under her and faced him. "Who are they?"

"My wife Chloe and my daughter Stephanie."

"I didn't know you were married. Or that you had a daughter."

"Well, like you said. We haven't exactly spoken for a few years."

"She looks just like you. And Chloe, she's pretty. Does Stephanie know about Stephen?"

"She does. She knows all about her namesakes. Stephanie Hope. Her bedtime stories are always about mom and him. I think it makes me feel closer to them again. I tell her stories about us growing up and funny things that mom or him or dad would do. Sometimes it gets hard being around her. Her voice… she sounds just like mom. She has her laugh."

"You're bringing them here? Coming out to visit?"

Tyler looked over at her and turned his body, putting one foot over his leg. "Actually, I'm thinking of moving them here. Chloe is an only child, and her parents live here in the states. She loved Oxford so much she decided to stay in London. But we both miss the states, we've discussed coming back but Steph is a kindergartener. We wanted her to finish her first year. What do you think about them moving in here?"

"Tyler, this is your home. You can do whatever you want with it. Live here or don't. Sell it or don't. If you think Steph and Chloe will love it here as much as you did, then please, move in here. I'll sign my name off of this place. Honestly, it never should have been in my name to begin with. This is solely yours."

Looking at the clock as he yawned, watching Liv hide hers behind her hand. "We need to get you to bed."

"I'll be alright. You go. I've got a few books on my iPad I can read."

"Liv, you're exhausted. I can tell just by looking at you. How far did you drive today? You looked tired at the bar."

"I'm fine. You go to bed. I promise I'll keep it down."

Shaking his head, Tyler went off to his bedroom. Since it was nearly three in the morning, Liv read through her emails and notifications. Nothing seemed to be of importance. Looks like Abby is handling everything well. Glad she's figured everything out. I'm sure he appreciates it.

Let's just read some books, turn on the news, maybe listen to some light music. Cyrus will call in a few hours and I'll be wide awake. I could make some coffee. Yes, coffee it is. Let's make some!

For several hours, Liv sat around the house watching the news and reading. When dawn came, she made it around the kitchen looking for coffee without waking Tyler.

Around ten, he stepped out of the bedroom and went down to the kitchen. Finding the cold coffee pot half full and no sign of another person around the house. Calling out her name a couple of times, he heard the front door open and close again.

"You're up early," he said while coming into the living room.

"It's not early. It's mid-morning," she huffed catching her breath.

"You went running? You look exhausted."

Rolling her eyes, Liv put down her phone and earbuds on the table. "I don't understand why all of you seem to make a statement that I look exhausted. Cyrus does it. Jerry does it. Huck does it. Even Fitz. Every time I don't sleep, someone makes a comment about how tired I am. Thank you, I'm well aware that I look exhausted. I'm sorry makeup doesn't cover it up."

"I'm not sure who those people are but they're right. You look like hell. Did you get any sleep last night?"

"No, and I don't plan to."