Although Parker didn't learn his lesson, Brooke was soon freed of his torment. The grim reaper came calling, and she willingly left.
Nathan was hit hard by the news. He spent days mourning. Either by her grave stone or alone in her room. He'd known he was different from everyone else. He'd never known his father and now he's lost his mother.
Nathan found his own tombstone buried deep in the cemetery. He figured it was a sign, and he was ready to meet his father.
Meanwhile, Parker was at home throwing one last party with the people that meant the most to him.
"I have something for you," Manuel said, placing the gold box on the counter between them. Parker's eyes lit up. Manuel's father's gold box. "He watches that like a hawk. So get what you want out of it, so I can put it back." Simpleton, Parker thought. Parker wanted the whole box. Not just the contents.
Parker fumbled with the box in his hands, disappointed that it wasn't genuine gold. The box fell open releasing its contents on the floor. "Parker," Manuel gasped. The floor was littered with pictures and articles about Parker. Parker moved over to where they had fallen. "This is my mom," Parker said, holding a picture. Manuel picked up a Missing flyer with a picture of young Parker on it, "That's my dad's number."
The men looked between each other. "Parker," Manuel paused, scared of the words he was about to say. Parker shook his head, unready for the words, "I need to see my mom."
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