“This morning, I woke up and I was just lying in bed and watching her sleep," Dean said slowly. "And I started to think, well, maybe I can make a go of it with her. Maybe I can try. And I got up and made coffee and she called me and when I got to the bedroom, she was covered in blood. I thought – I thought that someone had broken in while I was in the shower and knifed her, you know?” He shivered. “And she wouldn’t wake up and I couldn’t figure out where the blood was coming from, and then I couldn’t stop it. I was scared to death. I was so close to having her, and now she’s just gone. Taken away from me. Like Kimberley – just taken right out of my arms.”
“Not yet, she’s not,” Jim said. “She’s still here, just nobody can say for how much longer.”
“No. I’ve lost her,” Dean said. “She’s go
