I just found this photo of me and Nick and it made me so sad. It was taken only days before he was killed.” I pictured me and Nick together in my head and tears filled my eyes, quicker than I had expected. “We were so happy… Oh God, we were so happy.” The more I thought about what used to be, the more tears came and soon they were streaming down my cheeks. “I just can’t believe he’s gone…” I sniffled into the phone, glad I didn’t have to exaggerate to make it sound believable. “I’m sitting here in our living room, and I haven’t been able to move since I saw the photo on our coffee table. I’ve been sitting here for hours. Thankfully, I had my phone with me, so I could call you… Oh God, I feel so bad…” I sniffled some more, then said, “But I know I must do something. I just can’t make myself. I need you to come over here and make me get back on my feet. Physically make me. Can you please help me?”
