I'm still working on this part, but I wanted to leave feedback while the part I've already read was still fresh in my mind.
“Am I being interrogated here? What’s the charge, Sheriff?”
I thought this was cute. Too bad Rachel didn't like it.
The faint mental vibes he was barely sensing through the link reminded him of a frightened deer, alert to any threat and ready to flee at the slightest provocation.
You always mix a little poetry in with the prose.
“What’s not fair, Lois?”
“You’re using my own words against me. You know what a great writer I am.”
All is fair in love and war. Besides, this was a cute comment.
“Because everything won’t be okay. It will get better. You’ll learn to deal with the losses and you’ll come to understand that nobody wins them all. You’ll learn how to hide your feelings in public and just do the job and then go off somewhere and cry it out and then come back to risk your heart all over again.” He took a deep breath and held it for a moment before he let it out. “But you’ll never get to the place where the losses don’t hurt. You’ll never be satisfied when things don’t end up perfect. And you’ll never learn not to care.”
Nothing beats honesty.
I'll be back with more later.
Elisabeth
