Chapter 1: Forgotten Photos

            It was a year today since Amy had dumped Stu at the altar, and Amy was flipping through all her pictures of them together.

            "We were so happy," she muttered to herself. "What happened?"

            "I'm guessing you didn't love him anymore." It was Kyle, who had just walked into the living room with a cup of coffee.

            "Wow. Deep," Amy said sarcastically. "What are you doing here? Don't you have to be passed out somewhere?"

            "Nope, that was last night," he joked, sitting down next to her. "What about you?"

            "What about me? I live here."

            "Well, shouldn't you be sending someone to jail or something?"
            "Oh my God, what time is it?" Amy asked frantically.

            "It would be," Kyle looked at his watch, "10 after 8, Your Honor."

            "Crap. I'm going to be late." Just then, the phone rang. Amy ran to answer it and tried to put her shoes on at the same time. "Hello?"

            "It's me. Where are you?"
            "I'm running a little late, Bruce. I got caught up with something."

            "Well, the District Attorney is waiting. I'd suggest you hurry up."

            "Oh, God, I totally forgot about that meeting. Isn't there any way we can reschedule?"
            "We've already had to reschedule twice. You know that."

            Amy sighed. "Yeah. Okay. I'll be there in 15 minutes." She hung up the phone, cursing herself for not paying attention to the clock. She hurriedly grabbed an apple and her briefcase and flew out the door.

            Five seconds later, she walked back in, grabbing the keys that Kyle was dangling, then ran back out and rushed to work.