5 years later, Taylor was driving his wife and 4th child home from the hospital. His other 3 children, 5 year old Gretchen, 3 year old Lydia, and 1 year old Joey, were at their Manhattan mansion with his brother, Isaac.

They had named this boy Justin. He had his father's bright blue eyes, and his mother's light brown hair. The rest of the children had just the opposite: Their father's blond hair and their mother's green eyes.

Taylor didn't stay in New York a lot after that, mainly because he was touring, recording, anything his mind could think of to stay away from his family. For what reasons, Taylor couldn't figure out. Nobody really could have, it was just that Taylor didn't have the heart to face those 5 people that meant the world to him after he had stayed away for such a long time. His own children were growing up without him, and that was more then Taylor could bear.

For the next 2 years, Taylor was off touring with his band. He was now 25 year old, yet the band was still going strong. Taylor was oblivious to his family as they quickly grew without knowing their father. Samantha had often tried to reach her husband, but her mother in law never knew were the men were staying next, either in Texas, Oregon, or Virginia.

On the eve of August 1st, while preparing for a sold out concert in Santa Fe, Taylor received a phone call.

"Mr. Jordan Hanson?" the voice on the other line spoke clearly.

"This is he… Who might I be speaking to?" Taylor asked.

"This is Inspector Garrett Newhyrn. Sir, I have some bad news to report to you."

"Yes?" Taylor asked.

"Mr. Hanson, apparently your wife, Samantha Hanson, was in a collision that involved several vehicles including her own. She was dead on impact."

Taylor first response was to scream, yet he gripped the receiver, managing to keep on speaking.

"What about the children?"

"Sir, your children are in custody of Mr. Joshua Hanson, and if you wish, they will be sent to you, or you can come to retrieve them." With that, the Inspector hung up, leaving a crying Taylor gripping the phone with all this might, rocking himself as he repeatedly told himself that everything was going to be ok.

Pieces... Part 2