"It's too cold in here." Curtis tried to suppress his pain. He said with difficulty, "Gwen said that she didn't like the winter because she couldn't stand the cold …"

Before he could finish, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Curtis covered his face, crying like a helpless child. "I haven't told you … that I like you … Gwen, come to my dreams. Give me a chance to say it to you in person …"

He sobbed quietly. His pleas echoed in the mortuary.

Yvonne's eyes grew sore, and tears blurred her vision. Her grip on Curtis' shoulder tightened.

Britney didn't understand why the adults were suddenly crying, but the sadness also washed over her.

She looked at Stephen with reddened eyes. "Dad, why isn't Aunt Gwen waking up? I don't want her to sleep …"

Then, she started crying.

Stephen walked over and carried her in his arms. He placed a hand on her head and gently coaxed her. "Britney, it's fine. Aunt Gwen is just too tired. She needs to rest."

"I want her to wake up … She promised