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''Hell's bells," she muttered and straightened, snatching her fingers away from McCall's cheek. Where on earth had such a thought come from? |
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Fear flooded her. She sounded like her father. What was life without his wife? |
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She could almost hear her father's smoke-roughened voice shouting about the hell his life had become since the day her mother died. And he'd made D.J.'s life hell too. She wouldn't allow a man to make her suffer ever again. She'd always been in control of her emotions. She could shut them off whenever she wished. Well, she wanted to shut them off now. Right now. And she would. |
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D.J. turned away and took a step toward the door. McCall's voice stopped her. |
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"I used to dream about them every night." |
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The sadness dripping from the words caught at D.J. Though her well-trained, emotion-hating mind screamed for her to run away, a newly awakened heart forced her to turn back. McCall's eyes remained closed, but his face reflected the sadness filling him. D.J. perched at the very foot of the bed and waited for more. |
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"The dream never changed. Just as the reality never changed. They were dead. They weren't coming back. And I was alive. Alive and alone. More alone than I'd ever dreamed a person could be. I hated myself. Hated myself for living when the two people I loved most were murdered while I stood helplessly by and let it happen." |
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"You were a child. What could you have done? Do you think they would have been happy if you joined |
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