On the Ocean Floor
By Bethe
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Disclaimer: I don't own The Pretender. I could pretend to own it, but I suck at pretending. I only own the cobwebs drifting around in my head.
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Prologue
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She kept up her resolve until she had shut the car door and was immersed in silence. After exhaling in a short burst, she brought her forehead against the steering wheel and began to sob bitterly.
Relapse.
It sounded so cold. So final. So not what she wanted to hear.
Life didn't play favorites, and she was no exception. But this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to stay in remission. Be healthy. Be happy. Was that too much to ask?
Apparently, it was. And by the look on the doctor's face, it seemed she would never be healthy or happy again.
Her sobs became quiet, yet they still shook the car with their force. She had assured him earlier of her clean bill of health. Now. . .now she dreaded the next time she would see him. Luckily for her, he wouldn't be there when she got home. He'd disappeared, as he tended to do.
Jarod wouldn't be back for awhile.
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TBC
