---- I wiped the tears from my face. Ricky never showed up. But Lindsay did. She sent mea video. In it, she clung to Ricky's arm as they chose wedding gowns together. At the end, she sent a voice message. "So what if you gave him a son? The only one who gets to be his wife is me. We're shooting wedding photos soon." I didn't reply. I just forwarded the video and the message to Audrey. Then I turned to my mother's ashes and whispered, " Mom, let's go home." It was already dark when Ricky finally stumbled into the estate, reeking of alcohol. ---- The sight of the decoration stopped him cold. "Who died?" Then, a beat later, he asked, "Wait... Summer's mother? Her condition got worse? No... that can't be. I hired the best doctors in the world for her. She shouldn't have..." Suddenly, his eyes widened. His voice cracked. "Summer's been quiet these past two days... she must've been grieving. God, she must've been devastated. I have to go to her. She must be alone. Scared." Before he could move, Audrey slapped him hard across the face, snapping him out of his drunken haze. "She's gone, Ricky. Summer left... with her mother's ashes. And this... this is your son's funeral."