Chapter 9

As we drove through the dark night towards the city, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.  Going back to the place where Jackie had died was one thing, but going back there as the man who had possibly ended her life was another thing completely.  There were so many thoughts and memories flitting through my mind right now, most of them were wonderful reminders of a life once lived, of a woman once loved – still loved - and of how precious those seemingly insignificant moments had suddenly become, after the fact.  Why was it that we were completely oblivious to the simplest things – a touch of the hand, a kind word, a hug goodbye – until it was too late and we realize we can never have those moments back again?  Were our bra...

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