Bethany walked slowly, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as she halted, her eyes darting around for Natalie.  

Funny enough, Natalie had promised to be with her.  

Yet she was nowhere in sight.  

A deep sigh escaped Bethany’s lips as she clenched her fingers. *Why does everything feel so wrong?* Fred always handled everything, but if he could lie about their son’s death, then he was capable of lying about anything.  

“But…I’m his mother. How could I not know the truth?”

She was lost in thought when a voice jolted her back to reality.  

"Are you going to keep standing there?" Dean’s voice was sharp, impatient. "You’re his mother,...