From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
He taped up the last box and sat down on the edge of the bed. Sam sighed. "I canít believe that itís all
over, that Grace is actually gone."
The service had been beautiful and the church was full. Everyone had been so supportive. Even Ethan had come.
Sam had cried a few special tears for that specific reason. It had meant so much to him that his son had come.
After the service, Sam had opted to walk home, taking time to walk by all the places Grace had loved in Harmony.
When he had gotten home, he had gone directly to the bedroom to finish packing Graceís belongings. Kay and Jessica
had already come through and picked the things they had wanted to keep to remember their mother by.
Now Sam was finished and the only thing remaining was Graceís antique shop and her Bed and Breakfast. Heíd have
to ask Kay and Jessica what they wanted to do about it. Jessica was taking the whole situation like any normal
kid would take their motherís death, but Sam was worried about Kay. She had been exceptionally quiet all week.
As if on cue, Kay walked into the bedroom. "Dad, how are you doing?"
"Iíll be okay Sweetie, as long as I have you guys," Sam answered, hugging his daughter. "How are
you with all of this?"
"Itís strange. I guess I donít really believe it. Right now itís kind of like Mom is just on vacation or
"Look Kay, I know you were never as close to your mother as Noah and Jessica were, and I know that the last
year had be strained between the two of you,"
"Dad, stop. Look, itís no secret that Mom and I had our differences, but she was my mom just the same. I
did love her, a lot. Itís just hard to believe thatís sheís actually gone."
"Right," Sam whispered.
"Anyway, the service was really beautiful, and I didnít know Mom knew so many people. I even saw Ethan Crane
there. I suppose he came in his momís place," Kay was rambling. "Did you hear about Mrs. Crane being
in the hospital? I guess she was attacked in her own home."
"Yeah, I heard." Sam shivered.
"Dad, is something wrong? I mean, I know Mom just died, but Iíve never seen you like this."
"Kay, this is so hard for me, but I want to tell you something. Something I never got around to telling your
mom because I thought it would hurt her. But I canít do this alone anymore."
"Iím listening, Dad."
Sam took a deep breath and began his story, "Well, a little over twenty years ago, the summer before I met
your mom, I was dating Ivy Crane." Kay remained silent, just staring at her dad, so Sam continued. "She
was Ivy Winthrop then, the Governorís daughter. We met at the beach, started dating, and were really in love.
We were planning on getting married, but her father had other plans. He had made a deal with Alistair Crane for
Ivy to marry Julian. I had gone away on a fishing boat to earn enough money for us to run away. I wrote to her
and tried to call almost everyday I was gone, but Ivyís father intercepted both of our letters and my phone calls.
Ivy was convinced I wasnít coming back, so she married Julian, believing that he loved her." Sam stopped
again and looked at his daughter.
"Go ahead, Dad. Finish your story."
"Well, Ivy overheard a conversation between Julian and Alistair on her wedding night and found out all about
the business deal and that Julian had no feelings for her. She was crushed. I had come home and gone to the mansion
the day of the wedding, but it was too late. I guess Pilar had told Ivy I had stopped by because she ran into
my apartment that night. She was so sad; I tried to make her feel better. Well, before you know it, we were,
well," Sam began to blush, "I guess I donít have to explain what happened. The next morning she left
to get her things so we could run away, but she never came back. Thatís when I went to Boston and met your mom."
"Wow. No wonder the last few days have been so hard on you."
"Oh believe me Kay, thereís more. Ivy just told me, right before her attack and your momís accident, that
we had a son."
"What? Youíve got to be kidding, Dad."
"No, Iím not. When Ivy came to tell me I had already left for Boston, but her parents forbid her to tell
"Well, what happened to the baby," Kay asked. She was curious to know who her half brother was.
"Ivy raised him as a Crane. It was her only choice. Ethan is my son and your half brother."
Kay, for the first time in her life, was speechless. "Oh my God, does Ethan know?"
"No, not yet. Only you, Pilar, Ivy, and me. I want to tell him, but not without his mother. And please
Kay, donít tell Jess or Noah yet, or anyone else for that matter. I tell them all soon."
"Okay Dad. Look," she said placing a hand on her hand on his shoulder, "this has been tough for
all of us, but if no one else will listen, I just want you to know I understand. I know what itís like to love
someone you canít have. Besides, all of this was way before Mom. I know you loved Mom, but she wasnít the only
woman you loved, and thatís okay."
"No problem, Dad," she answered leaving the room.
"Oh, what am I going to do now? I canít stay here all day or Iíll go crazy. Well, at least Kay understood
about my past. A little surprised, but understanding." Sam jumped off the bed. "Iím going to the hospital.
Iíve lost Grace, but Iím not going to lose Ivy again."