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Jack still won’t go to the doctor. High blood pressure isn’t something you take lightly, especially not in our line of work. He needs to take time of or … something. The case is over, he could go and sun himself on some beach somewhere for a while. Ah … who am I kidding? Jack Crawford never spent a day sitting down for more than twenty minutes in a ( Read more... )

I called Molly. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe it was impulse or maybe it was something to do with the sheer familiarity of her voice, the way that no matter what she could calm me. And I’m not calm inside. There’s a ball of ice that’s slowly melting and settling around my stomach. I feel like everything’s a step away from falling apart and there ( Read more... )

I worry.

Will stared at the picture in his hand. Maria Harker had been young, friendly, well liked. She’d never been in trouble and wanted to be a doctor. Her brown hair used to swing around her shoulders and her laugh made her peers jealous at the sing-song sound it made when it bounced through a classroom. She’d just had her first kiss. She was going to ( Read more... )

Following this ...It didn’t take long once Charlie had started the tears, to know exactly how deeply his pain went. It made Will wonder how long he’d been storing it up in some dark crevice at the bottom of him, hoarding it away where it would never see the light. It made him wonder exactly how hard and how much Charlie had to act every day to ( Read more... )

Josh is coming on the twelfth which is Easter Monday and then leaving on the nineteenth. I’ve got the week off except for one day, the Wednesday, where I’m dropping him off with Charlie (and George, if I can rope him into it) so he can go and see Kurt. Honestly, he was so desperate I’m surprised he hasn’t appeared magically at my side he was ( Read more... )

It’s a condition of this transfer, speaking to a psychologist. And it’s not so bad in the large scheme of things, except that every time she asks me a question, I’m second guessing her. Knowing what she’s thinking and in my head repeating like a mantra, ‘You’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong ( Read more... )

Go on George. One comment. See what you get.


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