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Larry holds her tightly and runs his hand along her back soothingly as his tears flow down his cheeks and settle into her hair. As the minutes pass, he takes a deep breath and nods. “I know, baby. I know.” Larry says, his voice catching. With a shuddering breath, he reaches over and tucks his son in for the last time, making sure he’s completely covered.

He takes ahold of his wife and guides her away from the table and toward the exit of the morgue, stumbling into the hallway with her quietly. He leans against the wall just outside the door and looks down at her, drying her dears with his thumbs only for her cheeks to become wet again with fresh ones.

       Ally stumbles slightly into the hallway, before looking up at him, though the tears didn’t stop flowing. “Parents aren’t suppose to bury their children. They’re not!” She gasps. The blonde felt the strength in her knees becoming less and less apparent, the combination of grief and blood loss. She didn’t know how they were supposed go on, it felt impossible.

“I don’t want to go home. I can’t go home without him.” She breathes, looking up at Larry briefly before resting her forehead against his chest. Her free hand moves up to her chest, her fingertips curling around her shirt as she feels her heart squeeze painfully as if it was about to shatter into a million pieces at any moment. “Haven’t we suffered enough? When does it end?”