It was the morning of Caleb and Celeste’s graduation. Even though summer was only a couple of days away, it was an unseasonably cold spring morning, and the family awoke to find that a light covering of snow had fallen through the night.
Celeste was voted Most Likely to Save the World. Now she just had to figure out how exactly she was going to do that…
The family hung out at the Spring Festival afterwards, and the twins celebrated their graduation by boogieing on the dance floor with Aurora and Derek.
As they started to cross the road, Paris was by Tristan’s side, but she knocked the heel of her shoe on a piece of loose gravel. As she stopped to check it Tristan didn’t notice and continued to walk ahead without her.
He never saw what happened, but he had just reached the other side, when he heard the sound of the impact. He turned to see a car driving away, driven by an old woman who was apparently oblivious to what had happened, and Paris was lying on the ground some distance from where he had last seen her.
Yet she lay there so still…
Tristan tried to remain calm as he reached her side, and tried to find a pulse.
Cradling his wife in his arms, Tristan begged her to wake up.
But she remained still, lifeless – how could this be happening? It was beyond comprehension that just moments ago she had been happy and smiling and walking by his side, and now here she she was limp in his arms, the warmth fading from her body.
Tristan continued to plead with Paris, desperately telling her to fight this, to come back to him. He called for help, but somehow the normally busy streets were empty, and the crowds at the festival too far away to hear him…
Paris’ spirit also pleaded with the grim reaper to be returned to life, to have the chance to see her daughter grow up. But Grim had seen and heard it all and he took no pity on them.
Was this his punishment, Tristan wondered as he stared back, for sending the soul of Jade Racket and others to Grim before he had planned to take them. Was this retribution for doing Grim’s job for him and taking those lives before their time was up?
The police were alerted – although when they found out the infamous Maldini family was involved they weren’t too interested in helping, though they did track down the old lady who was driving the car and suspend her driver’s license… charges weren’t pressed, because after all, nothing was going to bring Paris back.
Tristan went into a deep depression, only leaving his room to go to work and use the bathroom.
Tristan had never been a very loving or caring person, in fact his was generally pretty mean spirited, but Paris had been the only person to bring out a softer side in him. She was pretty much the only person he treated kindly, and with her death, that part of him had died also.
Since the death of his wife, Tristan had refused to see his daughter – or anyone else if he could avoid it, except when it was at work. In fact, he had thrown himself into the family business even more completely than before, if that was possible. His drive to make their criminal empire succeed was the only thing that seemed to bring him out of his sadness.
But the rest of the time he just lay in his bed, speaking to no one.
It wasn’t clear whether of not Tristan would ever come out of his grief enough to take care of his daughter, but in the meantime the rest of the family knew they would have to come together and give little Isla all the love and care she needed.