The executives looked at each other. They said a few more comforting remarks and then left the hospital.

Damon's phone rang. He slid his finger along the Lockscreen and answered it.

"Hi Tabitha. Yeah, we're at the hospital. Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Damon said to Debbie, “The entire Hilton family is here. They have just disembarked from their private jet and are on their way here."

Debbie stroked her dully aching belly and nodded, “Okay, thanks."

‘I'm sorry I was weak, Little one. I'll be strong for you, I promise.*

Lucinda accompanied Debbie to the morgue.

No sooner had she gotten off the elevator than she heard terrible, grief-stricken blubbering.

Sadness seized Debbie. There was a Lump in her throat as she took heavy steps forward.

Inside, a middle-aged woman was sobbing in Marc's arms.

Mia stood beside them, along with some others that Debbie didn't know.

Everyone's eyes were red from crying.

Then Debbie recognized a heartbreaking sob. It was Kasie.

Seeing her walk in, Mia approached her and asked, “Debbie, why are you here? The nurses say you shouldn't be walking around."

Mia had visited Debbie when she was asleep.

Debbie shook her head and made no answer. She looked at Marc and his wife.

"Marc, Mia." she greeted quietly.

Marc nodded at her. The woman in his arms was too overcome with grief to respond.

There were few things sadder than parents having to bury their children.

Debbie released Lucinda's hand and walked to the bed, where a person lay under a white sheet. A woman in pajamas sat beside the bed, too heartbroken to notice Debbie was even there.

“Kasie..." Debbie called in a hoarse voice.

Kasie raised her head, her eyes red and swollen. As soon as she recognized Debbie, she ran toward her and hugged her.

"Debbie..." she sobbed.

This was the first time Debbie had seen Kasie so heartbroken. She held the girl tightly, her heart aching. Her tears wouldn't stop falling.

Kasie's sobs racked Kasie's body as well as Debbie's.