My boys and their pack are celebrating their victory over the maniacs who wanted to use Ray as a guinea pig. It’s a glorious night. They’re all smiles: laughing; being boisterous. Noticing Monica heading to a back room, I follow. Baby Helena is crying. I take her and tell the story of me and her great grandfather, hoping she’ll go to sleep. It works, but Monica’s response makes me wonder: can I find love again?”
I never thought I’d be investigating the death of a loved one, especially not in the middle of nowhere. Nevertheless, life can surprise you. Tragedy can stab you in the back when you least expect it. But when I run into a beautiful, classy redhead, I realize life can also bring Delight. Her feathery voice haunts my dreams: eases my mind’s pain; comforts my soul. So, what keeps her running away from how we feel?