Stella follows Ari's lead into the living room. Ashley already has the TV on to some network movie. She's perched on the loveseat, lounging just like Ari does. She rests against him, happy to see how relaxed the god is. The afternoon wears on, blending into the evening. They shift around, watching whatever comes on. At five thirty, Stella gets up to put a lasana into the oven in preparation for her father's arrival home. Six thirty comes and goes. No big deal. Traffic must be heavy. Seven thirty sneaks past them. Talking to a friend maybe? Seven forty five. A phone call that goes straight to voice mail. Eight. Eight thirty. Eight thirty six, there's a knock on the door. Ashley gets to go get it, hoping it's just Robert who had lost he his keys somewhere. Her hopes are dashed when the door opens to reveal two uniformed police officers. They ask to see Ms. Stella Abeque. Ashley's heart skips a beat.<br/><br/>A bit later, Stella is bawling against Ari in their bedroom. Her father was killed in a car crash coming home. The police would notify his attorney and the attorney would notify other members of the family, most notably her aunt Cheryl, who would probably make arrangements for the funeral.