"But the silence of this sound is soon to follow. Somehow sundown"- Shattered, Trading Yesterday

Episode 1: Shattered
Written By: Kelly Zollo

Scene 7: 1962 Parkview Ln., West Lake, NY

Today for the Donovan’s had been a series of lows. His mother had taken heavily to a bottle of wine as Bridgette had made her way over to the house to help his mother cope. It was the same every year she would go down and walk on the shores of the lake and come home distraught. His father grieved a different way, locking himself inside the office and pouring over paperwork. Coming out for dinner, only which of course was eaten in silence. James would come over and ask if they needed anything, the answer would be the same as always they didn't. To say that Hannah's death had left an impact would be an understatement. It had changed everything for them, they weren't the same.

Tyler Donovan had spent the time going over the accident case file repeatedly years later, everything still not sitting right with him. He had been content to sit with what has happened when he was younger, but when Brian came around to do research for the book it seemed to haunt him. Things didn't add up for the most part with evidence in the case, statements from experts or the feeling that Richard Weston had taken such a hard stance on it. Looking up from the desk in his room to the clock, he rubbed his eyes. Two in the morning and he still couldn't sleep.

He turned back to the case file stopping a few of the pictures that the prosecution and the defense had presented. Hannah stood next to Vanessa her arm wrapped around Cade a smile on her face, Vanessa leaning against his brother's chest against his brothers car. Something that Garrett Harvell had insisted be in the sentencing hearing for his case to show that his daughter loved Hannah and her family. Something Richard had twisted to say that despite how much Vanessa Harvell loved and cared about the Donovan's, an example needed to be made. The judge had been harsh seven years with the possibility of parole after three and now it was settled, she was coming home.

He wasn't sure what had made the panel agree to let her out, or allow her to have parole, he is just glad that Vanessa could be home again with her family. Callie had said that Greg would be bringing her home; that her sister didn't want her, her mother, or Cade there. He had went to the prison with Callie twice and the visit was always the same, Vanessa asking if Jacob had forgiven her. It was a question he couldn't answer. Not that he hadn't wanted it to be true, but Jacob didn't talk about it. He didn't ever talk about Vanessa anymore. Sighing, he reached for his cell phone to dial Callie Morris's number.

"Hello?" The sleepy voice asks on the other end of the phone.

"Callie it's me. I can't sleep, I keep staring at the case file, I keep going over everything. It doesn't sit right." Tyler says quietly, hearing her shuffle in bed and mutter.

"You do realize it is two in the morning? I have a case briefing at seven. It's over and done with, Tyler she's coming back to stay for parole, just let it go," Callie says, turning on the night side lamp and sitting up in bed hoping to ease his mind to go back to sleep.

"What if it's not over? Don't you want to know the truth?" Tyler asks, hearing her sigh for a moment followed by silence.

"Come by tomorrow after court, I'll go over the notes and the case again, see what we can come up with. You have to promise that if we don't find anything, you'll let it go," Callie replies as a compromise.

"I promise. I'll see you tomorrow, thanks Callie," Tyler says, knowing that he had just exhausted his last resource to get behind the real truth.

He heard the line go dead and hung up the phone staring out the window and into the night sky.