Paula sat in the kitchen listening to the pasta boiling over, wishing she could see Arthur rushing back and forth trying to find the right ingredients or talking about his day. He would never let Spencer go, and why did she? That was the question burning in her mind, it just blew her away to think her daughter was punishing herself for Arthur being dead and Paula felt her stomach churn at the fact it was possibly her fault Spencer thought that way, so when she saw the girl running away she felt to shocked to do anything.

“I can’t believe you’re letting her go,” Glen chided as he entered the kitchen. Pretty much all he had said to his mother for the past couple hours since his sister flew out the door.

“She needs some time,” Paula tried to rationalize her thoughts.

“No she needs us, mom we have to help her not Ashley not any body else…us, we’re her family.” Glen sighed sitting down and grabbing his mom’s hand, pulling it closer, “We lost dad…I can’t loose her too.” Tears fell from his face, he couldn’t stop crying. When ever he thought he was cried out something else reminded him and the tears renewed.

“Glen,” what was she suppose to say? He was right, the family needed to help her, “Can you grab me the phone honey?”

Glen nodded, releasing his mother’s hand and walked out into the hall grabbing the phone than walking back and giving it to her, “You calling them?” he asked like a little five year old.

“Sweetie why don’t you go upstairs with Clay and lay down for a while, okay?” Paula encouraged her son who glanced at her cautiously before making his way upstairs to his room.

Alone in the kitchen she stared at the phone in her hands, she had to do it no matter how Ashley and Spencer were going to react, she had to become a mom again….set boundaries and rules and take care of her children. Standing she punched in Ashley’s cell number, reaching over she turned the pasta to low to simmer why she was on the phone waiting for someone to pick up.