Barbara didn't want to make Sissy feel sad. She did believe that Sissy would be a good mother and she didn't blame the younger woman for being excited at the idea. It was the dream of many young couples to have children of their own. It had certainly been Barbara's dream when she was a newlywed. And she felt blessed that she had as much time with Diane as she did. She just wished Diane was still around. There was no word to describe a person who lost their child. It was something that Barbara wished on no one. And something she would not wish upon her worst enemy.<br/><br/>-----------------------<br/><br/>Shane returned Sissy's hug and said.<br/><br/>"Yeah, you're right. She probably had nothing better to do."<br/><br/>The kid had been creepy. But Sissy was right, they had lived in the house for over a month now. Nothing weird had happened at all. In fact, he was actually sleeping pretty good. No night terrors. This was the best he had slept since Paris.<br/><br/>"She probably read my book and figured out who I was. Just some kid trying to get under my skin."<br/><br/>He said, kissing her forehead. Writing the book had been therapeutic but it also meant that total strangers knew what had happened to him. That time in Paris had been the worst time in his life. What happened to Diane, what could have happened to him...It was something he'd carry with him for the rest of his life. He wasn't the same man he was before he had gotten on that plane. Although he didn't regret writing it. After all, he had met Sissy at one of the book signings. He wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.