CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Rick stood up and said with a smile, “We’ll continue that conversation later. You must be tired. I can sleep on the couch tonight. I think it pulls into a bed.”
I was a bit disappointed even though I was relieved at the same time. While I was starting to get over my fears of a relationship, I didn’t want to push it.
“What’s wrong, Lauren?” Rick must’ve sensed my uneasiness.
I said, “I’m starting to get more flashbacks. I had two in the diner. I might see who killed Patty, Helen or her partner.”
“We can’t wait for that and, frankly, I don’t think you should relive the experience. It must’ve been terrifying. I can only imagine what you felt going through that as a three-year-old.”
“You’re right, Rick, but I also want to know. I need to know.”
“We’ll find out. Don’t
