Chapter 8- My Sadness:

It was about 3:30 in the morning and I was on my balcony listening to "My Immortal" by Evanescence. It just fit my mood at that time.

It was a week after he had left, and no one was talking about it. Agent Michelle Lee was filling in for Tony. Earlier that day I started crying because the suspects name was Tony. (Of course, he ended up being the murderer.)

When I was still on my balcony, my dad came up beside me, leaning on the railing. "Are you okay?" He asked me.

"I''m finally, really," I said. "How long have you been here?"

"Just long enough to notice that you really aren't OK," he said, with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Yeah, whatever. It just that I can't believe that he would just because I told him I loved him. It's not that weird or crazy is it?"

"No, not really. Whenever your mom told me she liked me, I just kinda shrugged and said OK. Well, of course that was before she was into all that crap..." He said. "But I also think it had to do with something, but I just can't put a finger on it."

"What do you really think it's about?"
"Jeanne Benoit might be the reason. I mean, he loved her and he was pretty messed up after she said that she never wanted to see him again. I don't think he's quite ready to love and commit to someone again."

"But he's the one who said that none of it was ever real."

"Good point, but we can ponder about it in the morning, I mean in a couple of hours. Let's get back to bed."

I laid down in my bed. My dad covered me up and kissed me on the forehead. (Yeah that's right! I still get tucked into bed at night!) "Good night Daddy," I said looking up at him with big blue eyes.

"Good night, Princess," he said. Then he turned my light off and walked back to his room.