The final day…



Twenty-nine years ago tonight Dess was frantically driving home to Tampa, empathing her beloved’s injury so intensely that she thought her own head was going to explode. After they got off the phone that morning she’d eaten for the first time in days and finally fell into a deep sleep after several restless nights. She awoke with a terrible headache instantly knowing something was wrong.

Amalie told her that her friend Nancy had called and wanted her to call her back as soon as possible. She tried to return the call and didn’t get an answer. Already in a panic, she called Roger and he was the one who broke the news to her.

Dess hung up the phone, grabbed up her purse, and without even packing a change of clothes ran out to her Mercedes and started driving. Everything was a blur and her head hurt so bad that she could hardly focus on the road.

She drove though the night only stopping twice to quickly get some gas and was exhausted by the time she got to Tampa. Still she went straight to the hospital and became hysterical when she was denied entry. There was no way she could have gone back to the house and she only had a few dollars left in her wallet. She sat in her car in the parking lot of the hospital and cried under Roger found her and took her to a hotel. He put her to bed and made sure she was sedated, both of them knowing her beloved was no longer among the living.



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