Badass, they called her. Tough as a cinderblock holding cell, they said she was. Doesn't take shit from anyone, especially those jackasses at the FBI.
That's what everyone said, but they didn't really know her.
She cried herself to sleep when he disappeared. Not a word from him. Not a text.
Her heart raced every time her phone rang. Had he finally ended it all? Was he dead?
Genuflecting, she settled into the pew and brought her rosary between her fingers. She was on the fifth day of her novena and wondering if any of it would do any good.