Elena's POV"My life is a little complicated right now and I wish now more than ever that you were here so I could talk to you," I whisper.The light breeze in the air whips my brown locks to the side. The smell of the coming winter lingers in the Seattle air. I grab the sides of my black coat and pull it tighter around me in a futile attempt to keep the cold air from touching my already trembling body.I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend.'A lone tear drips down the side of my face. If she were here I know she would've told me what to do. Noah hasn't talked to me in weeks. When we work together it's strictly business. I attempt to make friendly conversation or get him to talk about what happened, but it's to only to have him tell me he has to get back to work or he's busy.I miss him. Right now he's treating me like a
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