and taken place in after her death and
some strange ones like the one that had woken him up tonight. Tears
were his only companion now. He let it all loose in his quiet home.

He
had completely renovated the destroyed home that they had once
shared. It took him 8 months before he could even sleep one night in
it. If you want to call it sleep. He had changed just about
everything, her candles being the only things that made it look
remotely like the home they had shared before. He tried to walk away;
he even called a realtor one day. But he could never make the move.
He could never leave.

He
clutched the extra pillow on the bed and cried himself to sleep once
again.

But
for a minute there Well I thought it was you

For
a minute there

My
prayershad come true

And
for a minute there

I
began again to live

What
I wouldn't give

For
just a minute there

Work
went on. He took the 6 months Frost had given him and tried to
straighten himself out. Even he couldn't deny that he had taken a
rather twisted path after her death. After Lucero was taken care of
and he got some rest he made himself stop. Stacey would be so
disappointed in him if she had seen. He cried for that as well. He
remembered the man he killed with his bare hands, and remembered the
innocent lives that were lost that day. He didn't regret it, but he
wished she wouldn't have seen it either.

He
hadn't been back at work 3 weeks when he almost broke down. He was
driving in his Ram on the way home, he was going to stop