In the quiet halls of the house, it was silent. The silence was.. so loud. It was never so silent, now that they had lost Philip; the house spark was gone. They could always hear the laughter and the noise of Philip.

Eliza was truly heart-broken, she looked over at Alexander who broke down, entirely. She held his hand, “It’s okay, Alexander.” She comforted silently, “He’d hate to see you so upset.”

She rubbed her husbands back, and looked back outside the window that was infront of the two mourning adults. How could she ever see her baby boy’s smiling face again?