Sadly, my inspiration left me for a while- I'm writing chapter seven right now but I figured I would post now anyway...
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THE MISSING PIECE IN THEIR HEARTS
--CHAPTER FIVE--
"I was laying in bed and I heard…" Jude took a deep breath, putting up her hand and mumbling through her tears a small "Sorry." The cop nodded.
"Take your time." The female cop offered her a sympathetic smile.
"I heard a gun fire… and then I sa… saw…" Jude felt the tears fall down her cheeks. "A man, carrying my daughter…" She closed her eyes, the image of her crying daughter in the strangers' arms too overtaking her mind.
"Could you see what he looked like? Would you be able to recognize him if you saw him again?" Jude nodded. She knew she would never forget the image of his shocked face staring at her then quickly turning away from her. She remembered how she told herself to look hard at the face, focus on every detail, every feature, even if it made her sick to look on. She could easily remember the features of his face, his beady little eyes and his long forehead disappearing under his graying hair. She could remember the way his mouth hung open, and the way his mouth moved as he cursed to himself. She even remembered how his face looked turning away from her, his hair moving slightly on his head as the wind from outside weaved through the graying locks. She remembered it now, and she knew she would remember it forever.
The ambulance had driven away hurriedly minutes ago, with Tommy in the back of it, while Jude was being asked questions by the police.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Jude asked the cop, swallowing hard. The woman looked sympathetic and sad for a moment, which made Jude's heart drop.
"I only glanced at him; that's something you'll have to ask the doctor." She told Jude, giving her a sympathetic look. Jude nodded. "Are you available for questioning later this week?"
Jude looked down at her shoes. "For what? My daughter being kidnapped or my husband's… death?" Jude asked, biting her bottom lip and willing herself not to cry.
"We don't know for sure if he…" Jude shook her head, silencing the woman.
"I know he's gone." She whispered thoughtfully. "Nobody looses that much blood and lives on to talk about it." Jude shook her head dismissively, looking down at the ground beneath her feet.
The woman opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find anything comforting to say. Instead she said, "That's all I needed for now. The police will be in contact with you soon. Goodnight Mrs. Quincy."
"Harrison." She whispered. Widow Harrison. She thought for a moment. She knew her name Quincy still applied to her, but she knew it would be painful to even think about him, never mind say his last name every time someone asked her name.
Anyone else getting a little sad here? I needed a couple tissues for this chapter, but then again I have always been sorta "sensitive"... R&R!