From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
Ethan slowly opened his eyes as a cool breeze swept over his face. He looked down at the girl in his arms and
smiled. Theresa was so beautiful when she was sleeping. It was twilight and Ethan and Theresa had fallen asleep
on the beach waiting for the sunset.
Ethan leaned back and looked up at the sky as he remembered the amazing day. After the scene with Gwen, he and
Theresa had gone to the wharf. They spent several happy hours there just shopping, walking, eating ice cream,
and talking. Then they had decided to have a dinner picnic on the beach and watch the sunset together. Today
had been the most wonderful day of Ethan’s life, and he owed it all to Theresa. Well, and his mother. They never
would have been able to be together without her help. He was amazed that his mother was so supportive of him being
with Theresa. Then he reminded himself that she always said ‘love is all that matters.’ He was sure that his
mother had given up her first love.
Ethan’s cell phone rang. ‘It must be Mother.’ Theresa stirred and opened her eyes. "Hi there, Gorgeous,"
Ethan cooed. Theresa just smiled at him as he answered his phone.
"Ethan Crane. Oh hi, Pilar. I thought it was Mother. She said she would be calling later. What’s wrong,
you sound upset," Ethan looked at Theresa who was now sitting up.
Theresa watched as Ethan remained silent and turned completely pale. "There has to be a mistake, Pilar.
Are you sure? Oh God, this can’t be happening. She was fine when we left her," Ethan was beginning to sound
panicky. "Okay, we’ll be there right away."
"What’s wrong, Ethan," Theresa asked with a worried expression.
Ethan looked up at her with tears in his eyes. "It’s Mother. She was attacked and rushed to the emergency
room. Pilar found her in her bedroom. They don’t know how she is yet…" his voice trailed off.
"Come on, Ethan, let’s go." Theresa dragged Ethan to his feet. "Give me the keys, I don’t think
you can drive right now."
Ethan obeyed and Theresa broke all speed limits and traffic rules, all the while trying to keep the tears out of
her own eyes.
Sam sat alone on the living room couch and began looking around the cheerful room. Everything reminded him of
Grace. She had decorated the whole house. The tears began to silently fall from his eyes again.
Sam had come home and told his parents and the girls that Grace was gone. They had comforted each other for a
while and then he decided that it was time to call and tell Noah what had happened. That had been exceptionally
hard. Of all the kids, Noah had been closest to Grace.
Afterward it was decided that the girls, and Noah when he got home, would stay with Sam’s parents for a while.
Sam’s grief was apparent to all, and it was all he could do to hold himself together. "We understand, Sam.
I know you’re one of those people who prefers to be alone to deal with their pain, so the kids can stay with us,"
his mother had said. Sam had been truly grateful of the gesture.
Sam had spent the rest of the afternoon making funeral arrangements with Eve, Father Lonigan, and the local funeral
home. ‘It’s been a terrible day,’ Sam reflected. That’s when he remembered the other awful part of the day.
He had forced it to the back of his mind when he got home and not remembered it until he was alone. Ivy was at
the hospital right now. "Why," Sam cried. "First Grace, now Ivy, too? I lost Ivy once, but at
least she was alive. Then I lost Grace. I can’t stand to lose Ivy again. Not now."
Sam received no answer to his question, but he had to get out of the house. Grace’s memory was haunting the house,
and that was just too much right now. He needed to get his mind off of Grace’s death. He got up off of the couch,
"I’ll go see Ivy. She needs me now, and so does my son."