*Astrid*
My old training officer Jens has come by the station to catch up and see if we had more questions about the robbery now that he is more clear headed.
“So how is Sara ?” I ask him, remembering his very sweet wife that I met several times.
“Sara died of ovarian cancer, six months ago”. He says, his voice getting a sad edge and his eyes getting distant.
I feel my inside knot up. “Oh God no, I am so sorry”.
“She wanted to keep it very private”. He says with a small sigh. “She died like she lived”.
“I just wish I could have been there for you”. I say softly, knowing he has no kids.
“You know what, I was married to my job the first twenty years we were married”. He sighs sadly. “The next twenty was meant to be for us … together. I guess that is what happens when you try to plan l
