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Chapter 1
Temperance Brennan was in an agitated mood as she drove home one night after solving yet although murder. If asked why she was in such a foul mood, Brennan would have said she was tired or stressed from her job. In realty she was suffering from if not heart break the certainly heart fracture. Two weeks ago, her partner FBI agent Seeley Booth, told her that he loved her. This terrified her. Love was not factual or tangible. Love was not a variable that could be calculated or assessed. Brennan was not even sure she believed in love. Every person who ever said they loved her had walked out on her. She could not risk losing Booth to love. So she had gone back inside the fortress around her heart and locked the gate tight. Now she was regretting it. Not that she would ever admit that to herself or anyone else. But even to an ordinary observer the signs were there. She snapped out orders to her colleagues, something she never did. She and Booth no longer went to the diner alone; if they went together it was always with the group. For the past two weeks her conversations with Booth had been cordial and professional, but not like they used to be.
Brennan was not thinking about this as she drove home, but when the Rascal Flats song What Hurts the Most came on the radio, she looked down and smacked it off. As she looked from defeating the radio, she saw a Semi-Truck coming straight at her. She tried to turn but it was too late.
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