You are collapsed on your knees, sitting by Billy’s bedside and gripping his lifeless hand, your head not moving from the crook of his neck. Tara and Sam are standing next to you, blinking back tears. They couldn’t believe it. Their dad was gone. And you were inconsolable, silently crying against his cold neck. Your free hand holds onto his messy brown hair. Sidney and Gale stand there, trying to comfort you but you shrug them off. They killed him, you hated them with a passion. Gale tries to comfort you as you hold Billy’s dead hand, the hospital busy Gale: I’m sorry. We did what we had to do. He killed innocent people- you cut her off, barely able to speak but getting a few words out. Sam and Tara stand next to you, worried. They were only little girls… your little girls