Bryn didn't delay she slipped into the bathroom. Once inside she leaned against the door released one of the sobs she had been holding onto. Covering her mouth so they were kept quiet, she felt the same sense of helplessness she had felt the first time she was faced with her youngest daughters death. It took all the strength in her soul not to wail with despair. All was not lost.
After a moment she leaned away from the door, and stepped over to the sunk in tub. Starting filling it up with nice hot water. All was not lost, was something she chanted in her head.