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"Reba." Jack stopped her before she made it out the door, which caused Reba to close the door and step back inside. Jack wrung his hands nervously as the beautiful woman in front of him waited for him to speak.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me on Friday?"

Reba looked at Jack nervously. "Dr. Morgan—" She was cut off, however, by Jack beginning to speak.

"Please, call me Jack." Reba forced a strained smile at the man stand across from her.

"Dr. Morgan," she did not feel comfortable calling this man by his first name. He was her therapist, not a common friend. Though he did help her with her panic attack, he was still only a therapist to her. Nothing more than that. "I do not think that would be appropriate. You are my therapist; furthermore, we are both married. I believe that with the news of Brock being announced MIA, people might get the wrong impression if they were to see us out together."

"Please?" Jack pleaded. "Just think of it as two friends going out." he prayed Reba would understand his point of view. He really liked her, but he did not want to come on too strongly.

"We are not friends." Reba insisted, making her way closer to the door. She needed to get out of here. "And we are both married!" she emphasized the point that both of them were married. He should not be hitting on other women when he had a wife to take care of. Sure, they were having their issues at the moment. It just made it that much more important that he not neglect his marriage.

"Reba, I am getting a divorce." The tension in the room seemed to double. The red head's hand slipped from the doorknob and dropped from her side. She was devastated. Why had this happened? Why was she placed in this situation? Her temper soon flared up and got the better of her.

"When did you decide this? Between the time my session ended and the time it took you to ask me out?" Jack stared back at her in disbelief.

"My wife and I have been having troubles for the past couple of months."

"So you just decided since the next best thing came along your could leave her all alone?" Reba clenched her fists in anger. Why was he not trying to save his marriage? Had he even tried to work things out? Who was the marriage counselor here? At the moment it seemed that she had more sense than he did.

"Dr. Morgan—"

"Jack." Reba rolled her eyes, as she was interrupted, yet again. She continued on placing more emphasis on his name.

"Dr. Morgan, I do not think this is appropriate. I am sorry, but I am leaving now."

"Reba, wait!" he placed his hand gently on her arm, stopping her from leaving his office. "Please, just let me take you out to dinner. It will not be a date, just dinner." Reba could hear the limitation in his voice. Maybe she should go. It is not that she did not trust him, she was sure that he was a gentleman. Her husband, however, had just been declared MIA. Sure he was supposed to help her get over her depression, but this was not exactly what she had in mind.

"Sure." She forced the small word to pass her lips painfully. "I'll go." Jack's face brightened at her response.

"Thanks, Reba." She mumbled mindlessly under her breath and exited the office. She walked quickly out of the waiting room and to the parking lot. She shivered when she opened the door. The day had grown considerably colder, and much windier. Reba's body trembled as the bitter wind blew through her hair, whipping her face. Grey clouds had blown in and a gloomy haze was settling in the spot where sunshine had been just hours before. A storm was rolling in.

Reba rushed to get home; she did not want to be stuck in this storm. Unfortunately, before she could get out of the parking lot, it began to rain…tremendously. She struggled to see just two feet in front of her. It took her almost double the time it should have, but she made it home safely.

She parked the car and rushed in the back door, getting drenched in the process. She was greeted by the sight of all her children watching movies in the living room. The picture warmed her heart, everyone was together again, and getting along. The only thing missing from this picture was Brock. Reba sighed, trying to dismiss the thoughts of her husband. Husband? Was he still her husband? Of course he was! Until someone found his dead body, he was still her husband. She smiled down at her wedding band and headed upstairs to change into dry clothes.

"Hey mom! How was therapy?" her oldest daughter smiled seeing her mother come back downstairs in dry clothing. Reba smiled back and told her about her latest therapy session. She opted to leave out the part about Dr. Morgan asking her out. What did she have to hide, though? He said it himself, it was not a date. Nah, she mentally shook her head. That would only pose more opportunities for Cheyenne to ask questions and be nosy.

Reba took in the sight around her. She was sitting on the couch with Cheyenne to one side of her and Jake to the other. Ava had fallen asleep in her arms. Elizabeth had fallen asleep right next to her, in Cheyenne's arms. Leaning heavily on Cheyenne was Van. On the opposite end of the couch was Kyra, leaning on her little brother, squishing him.

Reba eased of the couch and took Ava up to the nursery. After she was sure the girl was sleeping, she slipped back downstairs to get Elizabeth. She decided to let Cheyenne and Van sleep. Even if they did wake up, Elizabeth could sleep comfortably in the spare crib in the nursery.

Reba laid the girl in the spare crib and retreated to her own room. She turned the lamp out as she slipped into bed. Something was different tonight. Everything seemed cold. She wrapped the blankets tightly around her body with no success. Maybe it was just the storm. Just as her eyes fluttered shut, she heard a whisper. The mistake is coming, think twice.

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