Caught in the Crossfire
I didn’t want this to be ruined, our plan, our future, but he was as invested in her as I was, and we both needed to be reassured.
I took a photo of her sleeping peacefully and sent it to him. I knew he needed to see her. I would have too if I knew she had been shot and I wasn’t by her side. This draw I had to her; it was indescribable. It had been years since I first saw her, but the hole that she had left was as big and empty today as it was years ago.
Time went by slowly, the sun set, the moon rose, and still I sat by her side. I don’t know when it was, seven or eight in the morning when Callie entered the room again.
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