Isabella still longed to be with Declan but was turning out to be a smart and capable girl on her own. She had developed a strong love of swimming, constantly begging Abigail and Brevyn to swim with her. One particular day of the last week before she started kindergarten, she was particularly insistent that she swim. Brevyn was at work, and Abigail was not in the mood to swim. So, she sat outside, watching her daughter play in the pool. She had left the sliding glass door open and heard someone ring the doorbell.

Abigail told Isabella that she would be right back, and to stay in the shallow end while she answered the door. When Abigail walked back outside with Babs in tow, she saw her four-year-old daughter floating in the deep end. Face down. Hysterical, Abigail jumped in the pool after her.

“No baby, no, please not you too.” She sobbed, trying to get her precious daughter to breathe. The ambulance soon arrived, and the driver had to restrain Abigail from holding onto her child as the EMTs loaded her in the ambulance. Babs, after calling 911, became mute, unable to tear her eyes away from her young cousin, and unable to speak any more.

Abigail was hysterical, calling after her daughter, begging her to stay with her. All of a sudden, she remembered that Brevyn had no idea that anything had happened, so she called him and started screaming for him to come home. He arrived in record time, only to see his shell-shocked niece hugging his wailing wife.

“Where is Isabella?!” he asked, only making Abigail cry harder. “Abigail… WHERE IS SHE?” he shouted, voice raw with emotion, making the girls jump. He felt bad and opened his arms towards Abigail, which she fell into. He suddenly recognized her desperateness, and his face crumpled. He had gone through the same struggles when Declan died. “No no no no no no. This can’t be happening, nooooo.”

“It was all my fault Brevyn. It's my fault she’s dead.” Abigail choked out suddenly.

“No baby, it’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it issss, I answered the door and left her all alone.”

“Shhh, baby. Shhh.” He replied, stroking her hair, as she cried into him. His tears mixed with hers as they fell onto the pool deck. Babs had tucked her head between her knees and had started shaking, forgotten about by her aunt and uncle.

Brevyn pulled himself together long enough to call Josh and tell him to come to their house for his daughter. When he got there, he found Brevyn sitting on the ground and Abigail laying in his lap, crying. Babs was still in her fetal position, so he rushed to her and wrapped her in the best kind of hug, the hug of one who loves you dearly. Her tears finally started flowing, soaking his t-shirt. When he asked if something happened to Isabella, her heavier sobs gave him the answer he needed.

He sat there, soothing her for a while, before calling the rest of their family and telling them to meet the four of them at the hospital. He managed to gather his daughter, Abigail and Brevyn into the car to head to the hospital. When they got there, he was the only one in any sort of condition to go inside and ask the nurse where his niece, well, his niece’s body, was. He was told that she was not accessible, that she was in the autopsy room, waiting to be operated on. He nodded his thanks and went back outside to find the rest of his family gathered around his truck, comforting Abigail, Brevyn, and Babs. Alyssa was even there, leaning against Jocelyn.