Cassie started growling towards the door.  It was probably a bug.  She remembered locking her bedroom door.  The dream of resting peacefully in her bed was immediately ended when she exited her bathroom to find Brody sitting in the same chair Mark slept in the night before.  Bradley didn’t feel any emotion except defeat.  She simply shrugged her shoulders. 

“Before you saying anything,” his raspy voice was like nails on a chalkboard, “you have to understand that I had to make a decision and at the time I thought I was making the best decision.” 

“I don’t care,” she conceded.  She was in pain.  She was exhausted.  And, she didn’t want to talk.  She pulle...

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