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The girl didn't know in her own mind where she was going, but her steps just seem to come to her and she managed to find a street in the suburb that she felt deep down that was where she needed to be. She walked down the left hand side of the road, looking at houses, hoping that one of them would be the one she needed. When she got to number 256 she stopped in her tracks. This was it. She felt that this was the house she needed. She took a deep breath, nervous about what was going to happen next. She walked up to the white door and knocked four times, heart racing.

She heard footsteps inside until she heard the door creak and a pretty young woman with shoulder-length red hair and big green eyes answered it with a smile.

"Hi." She said in her American accent.

"Um," the girl replied, "hello. I know this is very sudden and out of the blue but, I was wondering… do either Judd Thompson or Lionel Washington live here?"

"Yeah." The redhead replied, "Judd does."

"You're his wife?" the girl asked.

"I am." She replied, folding her arms.

"You're Vicki?"

She looked confused, "How do you know my name? Who are you?"

"I'm Nada."

Vicki's chin nearly hit the floor, her eyes grew to the size of saucers and she couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry." Nada said, "I completely understand if you don't want to talk to me but-"

"No," Vicki said, "Not at all. I'm just so surprised to see you."

Vicki remembered the contempt she once felt for this woman. The jealousy that coursed through her veins whenever Judd or Lionel mentioned her name in an email or phone call, the dread that had gripped her heart when she thought she would lose Judd forever to Israel and the new girl in his life. The utter guilt and remorse she felt when she found out that she was dead, and here she was. Alive and well. And in America. And at Vicki's front door.

"Come in." Vicki opened the door wider and welcomed Nada inside, "Honey?" she called to Judd, not sure if she was using that term of endearment for his ears or for Nada's as she marked her territory.

"Yeah?" he called back from the study.

"Can you come out here please?" Vicki called, "There's someone here who wants to see you."

Judd hadn't expected any visitors that day, and he was interested to see who was dropping around now.

"What's up, babe-" he was lost for words when he rounded the doorway and saw on his sofa, his wife and his once girlfriend, "Nada?"

"Hi." She said softly.

Judd was impressed that Vicki had welcomed her into the house and was now sitting beside her like an old friend. He had to admit, that if he had answered the door to that Chad guy that once liked her, he would have slammed it in his face, but this was just another reason why Vicki was such an amazing person.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting opposite the two girls.

She sighed, "I wanted to meet your friends, I wanted to see America… I wanted to see how you ended up after I…" she trailed off.

Judd was cautious. He did have a relationship with this girl in the past, and he definitely didn't want Vicki to feel uncomfortable, so he didn't say anything, in hopes that Vicki would.

In her usual compassionate way Vicki piped up, "Well, welcome to America!"

Nada's face softened with her kind words and she smiled.

"Thank you."

"Judd, we can totally introduce Nada to the others. I'm sure Lionel would be happy to see her again, and the others would love to meet you." Vicki said.

Judd just smiled. That was the woman he'd married. So kind and caring, putting others before herself.

"Sure," he said, "Everyone lives pretty close by. We can go visit everyone later if you wanted."

Nada grinned, "Thanks."

"Did you want to get freshened up?" Vicki offered, "You've come a long way."

"If it wouldn't be too much of a bother."

"No, it's no problem."

Vicki went and showed Nada where the bathroom was.

Judd scratched his head. This was not what he expected. He didn't think he'd ever see Nada again, and he'd decided that he'd rather that be the case. He didn't want anything to be awkward, and he certainly didn't want Vicki to be mad.

He heard the shower start and Vicki came back from the bathroom and walked silently to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Judd asked worried.

"Hmm?" she looked over at him, "Nothing's wrong."

"That's a lie, Vick."

She sighed and her shoulders dropped.

"It's just…" she made an annoyed grunt, "I'm not exactly thrilled that she's here."

"But you acted so civil." He said.

"Yeah, because she's a guest, and I know I should treat her with respect and love, but…"

"What?"

"I'm sorry, but there is still a small part of me that wonders if…"

Judd got up from the sofa and went to his wife. He took her by the shoulders.

"What is it?"

"If she still has feelings for you." Vicki finished.

Judd wrapped her into a hug, "It doesn't matter if she still has feelings for me or not. Because I don't have any for her."

He rested his chin on the top of her head and she buried her face in his chest.

"You trust me, don't you Vick?" he asked.

"Of course I do." She said.

"Then believe me when I say that you are the only one." He said.

"I know that." She said, smiling up at him, "It's my own issue, Judd. And I have to deal with it. It's not you."

The hot water on Nada's back felt good after the long flight from Israel. She was thankful to God for showing her the way to this place, but she was still taken aback by who had met her at the door. She had guessed before she died, that the reason Judd wouldn't progress with their relationship was because she thought there had been someone back home in the States. She'd heard him and Lionel talk about their friend Vicki, and now she knew she had been correct in her assumption. There had been someone else, and now he was married. It annoyed her how nice Vicki was. She wished that she had given her a reason to dislike her, but she was so kind and sweet. She knew exactly who she was. Nada figured that Judd had told her about her. She really did want to meet the members of the former Young Trib Force, but she knew that now, this was going to be harder than she had thought.

Oh the dramas. Next time on Left Behind: The Soap Opera... lol, but really this is turning into such a soapie. I'm loving writing it though, so let me know how you feel about it.

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