This is my very first fanfic guys, so go easy on me! Let me know what you think! #LongLiveLongmire
It's been two months since Branch uncovered Barlow's involvement in Martha's murder. But it still feels like yesterday when Walt called me to meet him at the hospital where he told me everything. I was speechless, to say the least. We sat there in silence, well, Walt and I were silent, Branch was rather distraught. Barlow didn't make it through surgery, leaving Branch alone with his torment. I had to feel bad for him, I mean I know he put me through a lot this past year, but he ended up being right after all. Granted, the way he dealt with things could have been better. But now he's all alone, he just killed his own father in self-defense. Here I thought I had problems.
It's been relatively quiet here since then. We're all trying to move on, and we're trying to do it without talking about it all. Branch isn't back at work yet, not really anyway. Walt told him he would be allowed back eventually. He obviously returned way too early after being shot last year, so Walt is making him see a therapist at the hospital a couple times a week. He comes in every other day and covers dispatch for a few hours, but only because Branch begged. He doesn't have anybody now, I think he's just lonely. Nobody mentions Barlow.
Walt is slowly getting back to his old self. With Henry acquitted of Miller Beck's murder, a huge weight was lifted. After finding out that Barlow was the money behind his wife's death, he was able to stop obsessing. I heard he finally went out to spread her ashes, I didn't hear it from him though. He doesn't talk about her anymore. But he smiles again, every once in a while at least, usually when Cady is around.
Sean left for Australia a week after the whole Barlow incident. The divorce was finalized a couple weeks after that. I'm still living at the house, but it feels weird being alone here. I'm trying to find a new place to buy, something a little bit smaller. I'm pinching pennies trying to pay for the mortgage on just my deputy's salary. I'm torn, though. This place is the only home I've known since moving to Wyoming, I don't want to leave it. I keep telling myself that I'll feel better if I move to a new place, you know, get a fresh start.
Everything is getting back to normal. I'm just a normal, recently divorced girl in Absaroka County, who's trying desperately to push away the ever growing feelings for her boss.
That's normal, right?