He reached out and pulled Hailey into a tight embrace.
Declan sobbed uncontrollably. "Hailey, I don't have a mother anymore. I don't have a father or a mother."
Hailey held him just as tightly. This was the first time he had ever let his guard down and allowed someone to see him so vulnerable.
She nodded. "I know, Declan. You still have Aileen and me. I'll always be here for you."
Then, she rose onto her toes, cupped his face in her hands, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
This time, her kiss was full of tender affection.
Declan held her again, pulling her back into his arms.
…
Declan had to leave, but the hospital took care of Pamela's final arrangements. Hailey and Aileen brought Pamela's ashes home.
Hailey carefully placed the urn and Pamela's memorial plaque on the small table, arranging a few candles and fresh flowers around them.
Aileen clasped her hands together and closed her eyes for a moment of silent prayer.
"Aileen, we'll keep vigil tonight. You're coming home with me tomorrow," Hailey said.
Aileen hesitated. "Hailey, I want to stay here."
"No, it's not safe for you to be alone," Hailey said firmly. "You're coming with me, no arguments."
Aileen nodded reluctantly. "Alright."
Hailey gave her a reassuring smile and gently patted her head. "There's plenty of room at my house. My dad and housekeeper are wonderful people; they'll love having you there. You don't have to be afraid. It's late, and you have school tomorrow. Your exams are coming up. Go get some rest—I'll stay up."
Aileen shook her head. "I want to stay up with Mom too."
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