Years passed and Sam couldn't find her Prince Charming. Jeremy is now eight years old, Isabella is six. They both go to P.S. 6. Sam works as an editor for Splurge magazine. It was a crappy magazine only rich people could buy. The magazine was $20 each and not to mention that it had lame stuff in it. The items in it were also very expensive. Sam hated her job. She wished that she could just be with her children all day again like she used to when they were younger. Right then Sam had an idea. Since she didn't want to get pregnant again, maybe she could adopt a little baby. That'd be nice.

About a year later, Sam went to the Newark airport to meet her new daughter. The baby was already named Ashley Tamara. She was from a couple in Russia. Sam decided to name her Olivia Madison. She had always liked that name. When Sam got home, she introduced Olivia to her new brother and sister. She loved them right away. Sam loved that her children were getting along so well.

Then Sam got the idea of moving to England that summer. It would be nice living in a foreign country for a while. The idea shocked the kids at dinner. Even Olivia, who was eight months old, her jaw dropped.

"Mom, you're not serious." Jeremy says

"Actually, I've always loved England. My cousins lived there and I loved being with them in their house in Westchester." Sam replies, picking up a bite of her salad

"Mommy, I'm not sure. I love all my friends here!" Isabella whines

"Well, we'd probably only live there for a year or two. We'll see." She takes a spoonful of baby food and puts it in Olivia's mouth.

"I'm done." Isabella pushes her half-eaten plate towards the center of the table.

"Not yet, young lady. Finish your food." She points the baby food spoon at the plate.

"Fine." Isabella grumbles

That September, Sam and the kids moved to Manchester. She put their old apartment up for rent. When they arrived at their new house, Isabella immediately made a new friend. Their next door neighbor, the Jones'. Their daughter's name was Hannah, who is Isabella's age. In all they have six daughters: Grace, 15; Sarah, 14; Natalie, 12; Ana, 11; Elizabeth, 9; and Hannah, who was seven. She knew this because they invited the family to dinner that night. The Jones' also had three sons: Joseph, 16: Christopher, 13; and Daniel, 5. When the name "Daniel" passed through her ears, Sam cried.

Two years passed and Sam didn't know what to do with her life. Jeremy was now eleven, Isabella is nine and little Liv (Olivia's nickname) is almost two and a half. Also, Danny continued to visit Sam in the night. He'd tap on her window, she'd put her hand out it and their hands would touch. Then Danny'd fly away into the darkness, not knowing when he'd be back. Some nights, Sam would sit by her window, hoping to get a glimpse of her ghostly lover come back to the house. But those nights he never showed up.

When Sam turned 30, her life fell apart. She noticed that Jeremy hadn't been himself lately, so she took him to the doctor. They took some tests and diagnosed him with pneumonia. Jeremy was hospitalized the next day. Sam and his sisters visited him everyday. His Aunt Hannah, visited him and took care of Olivia and Isabella while Sam was with Jeremy. Everyone thought that he'd get better but he didn't. Soon, the doctors found a tumor located near his heart.

Jeremy was put on chemotherapy and his hair began to fall out. Also, he was throwing up nonstop. That was his body's way of getting rid of the toxins. When Sam visited her son, she always brought either one of his sisters or both of them. They all prayed for him every night. Also, the ghost boy would come and knock on Jeremy's window every now and then, just to let him know that his dad was with him. That made him happy.