How do I face our daughter ? How do I live with this? , Ethan were enduring their own private hells . After returning from the law office , Ethan had locked himself in his room , refusing to speak . The immense guilt and psychological pressure had nearly broken him . And Clara's father ? He just sat numbly in the seaside villa , staring at the draft of the novel Clara had left behind . Tears fell , one by one , onto the exquisite drawings . It was all he could do . Clara's mother handled her daughter's final arrangements alone . Her eyes were filled with sorrow , but also a steely resolve . She would ensure that Clara's talent continued to shine . One week later , in the dead of night , Zane couldn't sleep . He drove aimlessly through the streets of Seattle . Without Clara , he didn't know how to face the rest of his life . There was nothing left but endless regret . As he passed a high - end bar , he saw Hailey . She was draped over a table of leering men . One of them , a large man with a sweaty face , had his arm wrapped crudely around her waist , and she could only force a smile . It seemed that without the protection of Clara's family , this was what she had become . She couldn't escape the gambling debts , after all . He drove past without a second glance . Since the truth had come out , Hailey had been hounded by her creditors , eventually ending up in this state . He had no intention of helping . This was her penance for everything she had taken from Clara . It was a price she had to pay . And the pain of losing Clara was a price he , and her family , would have to pay for the rest of their lives . A bitter laugh escaped him as his car disappeared into the Seattle night . Side Story Clara's mother sat before her daughter's grave , holding a bouquet of white roses . As she always did , she opened a bottle of Clara's favorite champagne and gently poured some over the grass . Then , she sat and nibbled on a blueberry scone . I remember us making these scones together , right before we were separated . So many years have passed in a blink of an eye . " Clara's mother sighed softly and began to recount what had happened over the years . Clara's brother, Ethan , was gone . They found him in the sanatorium . After his breakdown , he had been silent , but on the day before he died , he had a moment of startling clarity . He asked a nurse to help him wash , to get clean . She chose a university out of state , putting as much distance as she could between them Zane was left alone in the house , living a hollow , aimless existence . He lost his medical license for malpractice . The lawsuits buried him in debt . He lived out the rest of his days alone , a ghost in his own life . Hailey was imprisoned for fraud and conspiracy . After her release , she struggled on the lowest rungs of society . Someone saw her on the street not long ago , emaciated and ignored by everyone . " My darling , " she whispered , " the people who hurt you … they all got what they deserved ." Clara's mother gently caressed her daughter's name on the headstone . In the photo , Clara was gentle and serene , After a long time , Clara's mother stood up and placed the flowers by the grave . The foundation has been busy lately . I'll come see you again next month . After speaking softly , Clara's mother turned and left . A gentle sea breeze biew past , making the white roses on Clara's grave sway gracefully . A hummingbird , impossibly light , hovered over the blossoms before landing on a single rose . It lingered , a tiny , vibrant guardian over something precious and lost . As the sun set , golden light bathed the tombstone . Clara's name shone in the sunlight , forever remembered And those who had once harmed her were all paying their own price , in their own private hells ,