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looked out the back door. “Jess and I, we could talk to each
other about anything and she certainly knew how to make me laugh.” He paused
and allowed a smile to form. “I can’t imagine never seeing her again.” He
looked back at LeAnn and his smile faded away. “I miss her.”
    LeAnn nodded. “I
understand completely. I lost my husband almost two years ago and I still feel
the things you’re talking about. It does get easier with time, but...” she
trailed off.
    Daniel laughed
bitterly. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me that I will get over it? I will live
again and love again? Isn’t that your job? ”
    “Not really,”
LeAnn said. “I’m here to help you accept her death so you can move forward with
your life.”
    Daniel stared into
his coffee, then back up at her, and nodded. “How are the kids doing?”
    “Emily is doing
amazingly well. Sure, she’s angry, but that’s healthy and understandably, she
misses her mom. She was very upset with you for cleaning out your wife’s
things. They were a comfort for her,” LeAnn said.
    Daniel closed his
eyes and lowered his head. “I thought that would make it easier.”
    “It was the right
thing to do.” LeAnn took another sip of her coffee, her pink lipstick staining
the side of the cup.
    Daniel stared at
the lipstick mark and something stirred inside him. He pushed the inappropriate
thoughts out of his mind and looked back into her green eyes.
    “But Eric is
another story. While it is normal for younger children to make up fantasies
when in denial, I’m just a little worried at the vividness of his fantasy. He
seems to think a bad man has your wife and is going to hurt her. That is a
tough fantasy to stomach, especially since he already knows how it ends.”
    Silence blanketed
the kitchen. Daniel’s coffee cup stalled halfway to his mouth as the reality of
her words set in. He slowly lowered the cup, staring at her; the horror of the
accident would be nothing in comparison to his son’s final fantasy.
    “Jesus.”
    LeAnn inhaled.
“I’d like to come by a couple times a week to talk to them for the next month
or so and then we can assess how often you need me after that. Does that work
with your schedule?”
    Daniel thought it
would be good for his children to have someone to talk to and he nodded
consent.

 
Chapter 8
     
    Jessica moaned,
her stiff muscles protested reminding her she over exerted yesterday. She
rolled off the mattress onto the concrete floor, crawling to the bathroom. With
gargantuan effort, she hauled herself onto the toilet and then stumbled into
the shower. Jessica dialed the water to the scalding point with the hopes it
would loosen her muscles. Water pulsed on her shoulders and drizzled down her
back and legs. After close to an hour, she stepped out, her muscles a little
looser, enough so that each step wasn’t drawing a wince. She wrapped a towel
around herself and brushed her teeth before looking around for clothing. No
clothes anywhere and her heart leaped into her throat.
    She tightened the
towel and limped back into the room. He was leaning against the wall waiting
for her holding a slinky black dress. His blue eyes scanned her in a way that
made her heart palpitate.
    Bedroom eyes.
    The words pinged
through her brain trying to locate the source of the déjà vu.
    “Put this on,” he said
and tossed her the dress.
    Jessica caught the
garment and looked from him to the black fabric and back. All the hussies in
the videos he showed her wore garbs like this. “I don’t think so.” She tossed
it back.
    He grabbed the
dress out of the air and stormed to where she stood. “Put it on,” he bellowed
and towered over her.
    “No,” Jessica
growled up at him doing her best to keep the thread of fear from her voice.
    He dropped the
outfit and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the wall.
    The towel began to
slip and she kept it in place with one hand despite the fury welling, drowning
the fear. She swung her