JODY
She looks out the window at the rain. It suits her mood. Sunshine would end her.
Since his death, it's hard to keep going. Job, responsibilities, life. All she wants to do is climb into bed, pull the covers over her head, and sleep. Sleep forever.
She won't, though. She won't insult his memory by giving up.
They hadn't been together, but damn it, she'd had hopes. Hopes.
Those hopes crushed now. Dead, as he was.
She hears someone coming toward her office, sighs. Life, as some idjit put it, goes on.
The door opens.
"Sheriff? Got a minute?"
