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Not after seeing Eddie …
    I know too many dead people, and trying to avoid thinking about it right now is making me scatterbrained. Seeing that dog reminded me of what happened to Eddie. Someday I need to face those memories, but I can’t trust that I can do it now and not slip. That is what is making me so edgy. It’s not just the memories of Eddie; it’s knowing where that incident led and fearing this one will take me back down that path.
    Okay, find something new to ruminate on, like school or work.
    The bell over the front door tinkles, and a Benji-like mutt strolls in. Did that girl say I was a proud father? If you save an animal, does that mean it is yours? That dog is huge. Do I even have space for her? Putting me in charge of another life sounds like a horrible idea. Then again, I’ve grown a lot, and having another reason to stay on the right track is never a bad thing.
    Since I walked away from drugs, it’s been pretty clear that everything in my life has happened for a reason. Being at the scene of that accident may not have been an exception. If that is the case though, why did that poor dog have to suffer for my attention to be grabbed? Maybe it was so I would feel I owed her. Now I really feel horrible for the poor thing.
    The handle on the door to the exam area rattles and then stops, like someone started to open it and got distracted. I hope it’s that woman with good news.

    I head out to the lobby, anxious to talk to that guy again and give him the good news, but stop just short of entering it to touch up my hair. Sadly, it does little to improve how disastrous I look. Lame scrubs. They are the most unattractive things in the world, but at least they hide some of my padding. The curves on my personal road that I want this guy to drive his hands up may be glorious, but all the speed bumps that come with them make me crazy.
    Oh, who am I kidding? Even I don’t believe what I am telling myself. This is a disaster. Also, the news regarding the dog is pretty odd. I’m not even sure if I should give it to him straight.
    The moment I enter the lobby, the man who needs to father my children pops up from his seat. I’m kind of surprised he stayed. Don’t most guys bail when a girl tells them fatherhood is looming?
    “Is she okay?” he asks.
    His eyes are big and hopeful, yet a twinge of fear coats them. He reminds me of a little boy on Christmas morning that has just seen Santa but fears he wasn’t good enough to rake in the presents. God, that look is just adorable. “She’s fine, sort of. Her leg is slightly fractured, but it looks to be a few days old. Honestly, we don’t think she was hit, at least not today.”
    His head tilts with curiosity, and his brows narrow in thought, yet he barely takes a moment to ponder before spitting out, “So it’s like she was tired of hurting and just decided to hang out on the side of the road to see where life would take her?”
    What a weird question, but yeah, now that I think of it, it’s kind of like he was supposed to find her. “What are you going to name her?” Now I’m certain that he needs to adopt her. If he says he can’t keep her, I’ll take her, but how can he not?
    “Well,” he looks at my nametag, “Liz, maybe—”
    “Lizetta.”
    “Lizetta? That’s lovely. Why does your tag say Liz?”
    “It’s easier at work.” Frankly, I’m not crazy about whacking off part of my name, but I’ve gotten used to it.
    “It reminds me of Etta James, the singer. Do you think Etta is a good name for her?” 
    Who is Etta James? I halt just short of asking to spare looking like a fool. “I think it’s sweet. What is your name?”
    Wait. Is he naming her after me? Aw!
    “Jensen.”
    “Nice to meet you, Jensen.” He’s still a little wide-eyed and racy despite hearing Etta will be fine. I touch a hand to his arm to comfort him. A surge of electricity hits me. Sadly, Jensen seems unaffected. “If you can’t do it, I’ll take her. I