“Are you okay?” Rosa asked, her eyes filled with concern.I nodded, looking into the coffee mug. “Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, and then amended with a slight smile, “As well as can be expected.”Holding her mug, Rosa sat down on the couch beside me.“What was he doing with that woman, Rosa?” I asked as big, ugly tears coursed down my cheeks. “And how am I going to tell his parents about it?”“Shush,” Rosa cooed, gently patting my back. “You don’t have to tell them anything.” She looked into my eyes and forced a smile. “Besides, it could have been purely innocent. Was she his secretary?”“He doesn’t have a secretary.”“A colleague, then?” Rosa amended. “Maybe it wasn’t what it seemed.”“I don’t think so, Rosa,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Did you se

Rodger, Stephanie, and I decided on sushi, but none of us ate much. Then, we headed back to the house and I was already dreading it, knowing that Stephanie would take over my house. I took a deep breath.“Leila, dear,” Rodger said in a soft voice, bringing me back from my reverie.I looked at him in the rearview mirror and lifted my eyebrows.“Stephanie and I have decided to go to a hotel while we’re here,” he said apologetically. Then, seeing the look in my eyes, he added, “Now, before you say anything, it would be best for us to give each other a little space. Don’t you agree?”I breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, if you’re sure …”“Yes, I am,” he said as he pulled the rental car up in front of the house … the house that belonged to Steven and me. As if reading my mind, he asked, “Will you be okay alone?”“I’ll be fine.”

I didn’t do a lot over the next week. I cried, thinking of Steven and our life together; sat on the couch and watched television without really seeing it; and thought too much. Sitting on the couch curled up with a pillow began to be the norm for me.I hadn’t seen Lance since that last night when he held me, the night Steven had died. It was probably just as well. It had probably been a weekend affair, after all. I was just grateful that he had been there when I needed him, but thoughts of the erotic weekend that we had shared kept coming back into my mind, feeling like eons ago. Could it have been just a few weeks before?I also wondered about him. How old was he? How long had he been a vampire? Maybe I should become a vampire, too, but I didn’t want to feel this kind of pain for the rest of eternity. Then again, maybe the pain would go away.I pushed the thought aside as I flipped on the television and watched without really seeing it. I was

“Well, there she is!” Rosa greeted me when I walked through the hospital doors, ready for work. She had called me often while I was out, checking on me and making sure that I was okay, letting me cry or laugh when I needed to, in addition to dragging me out of the house this morning. If she hadn’t visited me the day before, I probably wouldn’t have been back at the hospital now.“Morning, Rosa,” I said cheerfully. I was surprised that I didn’t have to fake it. “What do we have going on this morning?”“Leila, are you okay?” Rosa asked, ignoring my question as concern filled her eyes.“Oh, no! Now don’t start that!” I said, reaching for a chart. “Who was it that came to my house last night, bearing Chinese food, telling me to get my ass back to work?” I joked. I looked at the chart and said, “I appreciate your concern, but please don’t treat me like I’

“Leila, you don’t know that it was him,” she said in a low voice, sympathetically patting my arm. “It was just an unfortunate accident …”“But what if it was him?” I asked, cutting her off. “What if he caused the accident to get to me? To get rid of Steven? I don’t know if I could live with …”“Now, stop,” she said, forcing me to look into her eyes. “Stop that kind of talk right now! You’re sounding like a crazy person! You don’t know that was what happened. Here. Take a drink.” She pushed my coffee cup closer to me. “You just can’t think like that. How do you know that it was him? How do you know that it was intentional? The chances of him doing this on purpose …”“Rosa, he was looking directly at Steven’s car …”“That still doesn’t prove anything,” she interrupted. “A man