Status: Complete as of October 29th, 2015.


Chapter 3

Her eyes were bright as she looked at me. She looked happy. Maybe she was. As she walked toward us, my eyes slipped briefly to the necklace she wore–a small, gray wolf–and was relieved to see that she still wore it.

Veronica followed me to my office, and took a seat in the chair positioned in front of the desk. I sat down, and looking at her, said, “You still have it.”

She knew what I meant as her hand went to her through. “Yes,” she answered. “Before Nick...before he left...he gave me this to remember him by. I should have known what was going on.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

That was another thing about Veronica – she never referred to Nick's suicide as him being dead. She always just said he left. Went Away. Disappeared, but never died. She just couldn't bring herself to say the word.

“Let's talk about Nick,” I said.