Determined to put an end to my agony, I woke up early on a Monday and dressed for work. Bored with wearing dreary clothes, I chose one of Ryan’s favorite outfits—a royal-blue pencil skirt and a white blouse with black stiletto pumps. I curled my maple-brown locks and applied makeup. Opening the bathroom door, I collided with Josh who had yet to switch out of his pajama pants and T-shirt.
His eyes swept over me. “Going somewhere?”
“Work.”
He sighed and raked a hand through his messy hair. “The precinct gave you two weeks. Don’t you think it’s too soon, Kerrie?”
Pushing past him on my way to the kitchen, I replied, “Not soon enough.”
Josh followed me and stared as I poured a mug of coffee. “Is there something I can do to change your mind?”
I added a splash of creamer and a sprinkle of sugar to my drink. “No. I’m tired of sitting in one spot. More time lounging around won’t help me. Besides, I’ve heard nothing from the police. Maybe I could do some—”
He pushed off the counter. “Bad idea, Kerrie. Let the department do its job. They’ll catch the assholes.”
Stopping with my cup in mid-air, I asked, “What do you suggest I do instead?”
“Heal. Create plans for Sentinel. Hell, you could meet with a realtor and prep the house to sell. Anything but return to the station. You’re not ready.”
I appreciated Josh’s concern, but returning to my job was for my family. The LCPD was dragging its collective feet on the matter. Ryan and RJ needed me to find their killers. They deserved justice. I deserved it too. It wouldn’t happen with me squatting on the sidelines like a fucking prom queen.
“Thank you, Josh, but I’m the only one who can determine my readiness.” I picked up my car keys and purse from the counter. My laptop bag was already by the door. “I’ll see you at the precinct.”
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