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incredible aura, a charm about her that almost everyone who met her found irresistible.
    The picture next to it was one of James with their boy Thomas in his arms. Thomas was such a little cherub. He had the biggest smile that James had ever seen, and the light spattering of freckles across his nose coupled with the always disheveled mop of brown hair made him look like a little rascal. He had his moments as all little boys do, but for the most part he was a great kid and there wasn’t a single day that went by when James didn’t miss him.
       James suddenly went from defeated to angry. In one swift motion he swept all of the documents off his desk. As they flew across the room, some of them hitting the wall and others crashing to the floor, James once again switched from angry to beaten down. His emotions were all over the place, he was used to it but at a loss for how to control it. He leaned forward on the desk and put his head in his hands. Pulling at his hair with his fingers, his exhausted and tormented mind traveled back to the earlier operation.
    It was such a disaster….How could it have gone so wrong?
    He felt the hot burn of tears filling his eyes. He blinked them back and willed himself not to think about it now. There would be inquiries over it and meetings and question after question that he’d probably not be able to answer. He just didn’t know how it had all gone so badly…thinking about it now was pointless. He pulled his head up out of his hands and looked at the phone lying on his desk. His hand trembled as he reached for it. The tears had escaped and were streaming down his cheeks as he put the phone to his ear and said,
    “Hello? Honey…it’s me.”
    Sarah’s sweet voice floated through the phone. James could hear it, the same as he could his own and just the sound of it sent a warm glow surging through him.
    “Hello? James? Why are you crying, what’s the matter? You know you have to be strong, he is listening to us and he’s listening to you! Why are you only calling me now? I was worried sick!”
    “I feel lost, Sarah. I don’t know where to turn. Everything has changed since he…” he had to stop for a second; his body was wracked with sobs. He fought through it, drawing on the strength that Sarah gave him and then he said, “Since both of you left. I wanted to call you earlier, but I was with a patient. I lost her, Sarah. It was such a disaster. She died, Sarah. Her lifeless body was just there on the table….” he had to stop again; the sobs were causing him to gulp for breath. He was such a mess.
    “Don’t worry, honey, you know that what we lose is never lost forever. I’ll always be here for you, even though I had to go away.”
    James reached into the bottom drawer of his desk. Pulling out a dusty glass and a bottle of Bourbon, he poured himself a drink. Downing it like a shot he said,
    “I know. I’m trying to remember….It’s hard Sarah.”
    “You’re drinking again?” she asked, obviously disappointed.
    “Don’t worry, I'm ok...” he lied.
    “When is your flight?” she asked him, changing the subject.
    “In a few hours, I believe, I’ll be home around eight tonight!”
    “Have a safe trip,” she told him before he hung up the phone.
    He sat there staring at it, his mind was reeling still. He let it go back to the first time he’d gotten really drunk….
    He started a fight in a bar. In his defense, it was because someone had said something horrible to him, something that no parent should ever have to hear. It was after Thomas had gone missing and the entire town believed he was responsible for it…they thought he had killed his own son. After Thomas disappeared he’d done what any good, distraught father would have done; he’d gone to the police. The police had done a cursory investigation and then turned their sights on the boy’s parents. The loss of a child was a devastating thing, something that no parent is built to endure, but to be blamed