Hi…
I have to be honest. (If only because without that, why have a relationship?) Didn?t get much sleep last night, what with all this running through my head.
See, I was-maybe still am-afraid of getting close to a cop.
I remember, not exactly happily, all the sacrifices my father made to be a cop. How hard it was on our family, especially my mother, seeing him every day walk out the front door for work and not knowing if that would be the last we?d see him alive.
And then dad got shot.
Matt, I didn?t want that again.
But then I saw what that bastard did at the hospital.
And what you did! Wow! How you were all over that guy without a second thought.
We can?t have people like that loose on the streets.
And to do that, we need people like my dad and you.
And I think I need someone like you… (smile) -A Payne just stared at his phone.
There was a lump in his throat that felt like the size of a Lincoln SUV.
He thought he might cry.
How do I reply to that?
My God!
No wonder she took so long to reply.
“You okay?” Harris said, looking askance at Payne.
Payne tried to clear his throat. The Lincoln SUV budged a little. He was about to reply, but didn’t trust his voice. He simply nodded.
Then his phone vibrated again.
It was another text from Amanda: