Sydney turned away from the door and walked into the kitchen, dropping his car keys down onto the bench.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and held it for a second or two before sighing slowly.
Jarod had had a particularly hard SIM today. He had been shaking and so very cold. Sydney just couldn't help hugging the boy. Jarod didn't cry. It just wasn't something he did, at least not outwardly. But Sydney had wanted to cry so much.
She was finally gone. Finally, inextricably, completely lost. It hurt him that now he was all alone, but it hurt him more that she had had to go the way she did. No matter what they said, he would never believe that she had killed herself, that she had left her baby – all those other babies – all alone. She was a good person, still, and no matter what they told him, nothing would ever change that.
He had lost so much in his short life, so many heartaches: his parents; his brother, Jacob; Michelle, and now her, his sweet Cathy. His best friend. His guiding star. All gone out. No more flames, no more light, all dark now. And that's how he felt inside, lost in an eternal darkness.