How many ways had things gone south? Exactly how many ways could the Petrellis started tearing themselves apart without Peter around to keep them together?
"Nathan started drinking. We thought you were dead, and it was the only way he could deal with the pain. Mom blamed him. She was angry, and she laid all of it on his shoulders. Heidi left, took the boys with her. Nathan's still not allowed to see them," Gabriel said, hanging his head slightly. "It's a sad day when the only thing that could pull us all back together is someone trying to kill Mom."