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than ever. I long for the Seven I met a year ago. Even if she led me on a while goose chase. She was more… put together.
    “How much do you know about Paisley’s attack?” His words send a chill through my body because I know everything about it. Seven and I walked the poor girl through everything. Her healing, her abortion, her recovery until we brought her to Woodstock to finally get on with her life at Thanksgiving. I treated her as if she was my own sister.
    “Everything, Chrome.” I’m sure he will be pissed that we knew. But, I respected the fact that she didn’t want anyone to know. If I was her, I wouldn’t want anyone to know what happened to me. That is private shit, and just like my wife, I am a loyal person.
    “Zane showed up at my house while Star and I were away. The only person who was in the house was Seven.” My world comes crashing in on me. My legs give out and I fall to the floor with the phone still up to my ear. I pushed her so far that she ended up hurt. This is all my fucking fault.
    The words fall from my mouth with no thought, “No… no no no no.” and just trail off as my chest tightens and it becomes hard to breathe.
    “Seven is alright, Levi. As okay as she can be. Zane on the other hand…” His words trail off and I wonder what exactly he is trying to tell me. My body relaxes but not much. My heart and my mind continue to race because I have no idea what happened. I don't like being in the dark, but I won’t pay attention long enough to find out.
    “Chrome, just tell me.” I demand. I need to know what happened.
    “Not over the phone, Levi. We are driving back to Woodstock. We should be there in about three hours. I suggest you get in your car and start driving up from Manhattan. Now.” and the line goes dead. The only thing I can do is toss armfuls of clothes into a bag and heed his instructions. I am on the highway in no time flat, speeding towards Woodstock. Praying my wife and daughter are unharmed.
    “Fuckin’ Seven. God damn it!”

Seven
    Present
    “Therapy is stupid,” I yell at Levi across the kitchen. I have been in intensive therapy for almost a full year. Ever since my mental break. I think the mixture of untreated lifelong depression and anxiety mixed with everything that happened in Star’s basement that night made something click. Something snap. There are large chunks of my memory I still can’t access. There are days missing from that period of time. But the one thing I cannot forget is what I did to Zane. I remember that clear as day. I guess expecting my memory to free me from the fact that I killed a man would be wishful thinking.
    The added stress of work was always something I ignored. I thought I could take on the world. I mean, I am Seven Fuckin’ James. But truth be told, my health and well-being have never come first. That is where Levi comes in now. I am thankful for him and his support even though I have crossed so many uncrossable lines.
    “Seven, shove it and get in the damn car before you miss your appointment.” Levi counters as Marley crawls across the floor. I love it when he talks back. “We’ll be fine for the entire hour you’re gone. Right Marley?” His face beams as he speaks to our daughter. His love for her is the most heartwarming thing. And I almost think that I would’ve never recovered to where I am today without the two of them.
    “You’ll be fine because she goes down for a nap in ten minutes.” I laugh and roll my eyes at him. He is still scared to be alone with her for the most part. Parenthood is scary shit. I don’t blame him. I remember the first time I was at home alone with her. I thought she was out to get me. I’m pretty sure she still is, but damn, it was nice having all the help from the hospital staff for all that time.
    As much as they helped us, I still don’t want to see the inside of another hospital ever again. Marley spent way too much time there. Months of her life connected to machines,