Maybe it would. Maybe it wouldn't. The man with no memory was telling her that it got easier with time. Nicky didn't know if she could really believe that.
But she tried. Lord knows, she tried.
It's only when she's in Denver (holed up in DIA after a blizzard flew in), sipping at a cup of black coffee and watching the news that suddenly things begin to ease up.
The anchorwoman informs the audience of sixteen (all drinking their coffee in that little café, staring out the window at the white blanket around them) that David Webb's body has yet to be found.
The crowd around Nicky Parsons murmurs, some nervously and others in mild surprise.
But the realization hits Nicky and slowly she smiles.
Another sip of the coffee.
It doesn't seem to churn in her gut anymore.
A/N: So, um...any requests?