Draco spent the days after the funeral shut up in his sons bedroom. He was unsure as to what he was suppose to do or where he was supposed to be. The only times he left the room was when he needed to use the restroom or take a shower, even then he was stoll as empty as ever. He didn't care what happened to him, he felt like he had nothing to live for anymore.
During a late night Draco sat staring at a blank stretch of wall in his sons bedroom when his cell phone began ringing. Sighing he pulled it from his pocket and put it to his ear.
"This is Malfoy speaking." He said in a deadened voice.
"Mr. Malfoy this is Anitoinette calling from Regency medical and I think you need to come in. Your wife is here and we are having a bit of trouble health wise. This could be her last night alive and
