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“Thank you doesn’t seem like enough. I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted.”
    “It’s always enough.” Sunny walked her back down the stairs to say good-bye. Eve turned and waved happily before getting into her car.
    Sunny wanted to check the progress in the war room, but habit and responsibility had her returning upstairs to clear the room of energy. She thanked her guides before shutting the door.
    What would it feel like to love someone like that and not just feel the echoes of another person’s emotions? How would she know the love she felt was her own? She shook her head to clear the questions and handed her mother the recording of the session to transcribe.
    “She looked much lighter on the way out,” her mother said.
    “She did.”
    “That’s a good thing, sweetheart.”
    “I know, Mom. I’m a little melancholy. I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine.” She smiled at her mother. “I’m sure it will pass.”
     
    *
     
    Jordan hadn’t been late after all since the landlady unlocked her door in time for her to get ready and even graciously offered to take the empty boxes to the Dumpster.
    When Jordan started to explain the knock and dash activity she’d been having, her neighbor frantically rolled his eyes and ran his forefinger across his throat. Surprised into silence, she simply stared at him until the woman left.
    “What was that about?”
    “She’s very sensitive and scares easily.”
    “What does that have to do with—” Exasperated, Jordan cut herself short. “Never mind, I have to get ready. I’ll bring your shirt back.” Jordan shut the door, leaving him standing on the landing, and put her mind on work. Bremerton was a smallish town compared to Seattle. How hard could it be?
    She was right. For a first day, this one had gone pretty well. She hadn’t butted heads with anyone, which was always a plus, and nothing had instantly made her think the move was a mistake. Jordan didn’t see anyone on her way up to her apartment. After unlocking the door, she stood in the hallway and shivered. The thermostat read sixty-nine degrees. She tapped it and turned it up, hoping it wasn’t broken. It felt a hell of a lot colder than that.
    Jordan went to her bedroom closet and carefully hung up her uniform after storing her service revolver in the metal box on the top shelf. After changing into a long-sleeved flannel shirt and jeans, she resigned herself to a trip to the grocery store. There was no food in the place, and there was no way in hell she was going without coffee again in the morning.
    Traveling the staircase again, Jordan wondered what on earth had possessed her to rent a third-floor apartment. Oh yeah, it was either the view of the Manette district or the garden basement apartment on the street side of the building, complete with bars on the windows.
    Rush hour on Warren Avenue wouldn’t even be considered a blip on Seattle’s streets during the same hour. It took only fifteen minutes to get through it and into the grocery store parking lot on the other side of the bridge that connected West and East Bremerton. It was a pleasant change of pace.
    Jordan took her time going up and down the aisles. When she moved, she hadn’t bothered to pack the food that was left in her nearly empty cupboards. She left the food for the new tenant moving in, along with the takeout menus that overflowed a kitchen drawer. It was a strange feeling to have such a clean start. Almost like a rebirth after her near-death experience.
    Jordan had nothing but time to reflect on her life during her recovery and enforced inactivity. Some days, the loneliness smothered her, and on others, she replayed the betrayal and shooting over and over in her mind until rage boiled in her veins. The doctors had told her she would never walk without difficulty, and Jordan did everything to defy them and their unacceptable predictions, working hard on the physical therapy that kept her from becoming mired in her own