Secondly, You guys are in trouble. (stop reading here if you don't want to be disappointed.) From here on out everything will happen fast. I've built up the story enough to make you understand how Dwight and Sinclaire are meant to be together and also how fragile Sinclaire is.
Now it's time to start tearing down.
If this is your first time reading me then I should take this moment and explain.
Usually I start wit hteh character at the bottom of the bucket. Usually they can't go anywhere but up.
Although Sinclaire was not exactly rich, she wasn't broke. She had a good future ahead of her.
Dwight was not looking for love, and he was wealthy successful with his kids just getting out the nest.
Things were looking up.
Yes, I said were.
This is the first time I made it miserable in the middle of the story and for som reason I'm dreading what's to come.
Last night as I was watching the news I saw the story about the mother that killed her children by slitting their necks and then repeately stabbed the three family dogs and pet mouse to death. She was a single mother working just over broke (like me) with her heat and lights cut off. (I'm not that far... yet.)
The other family members said there was some history of family problems (but who doesn't have those, huh?)
I've got family problems. I'm a single mother and I've got financial problems galore. My gas and lights are barely on and I'm tyring to hustle up just fourty bucks to pay my phone bill.
Yet nothing could drive me to take the life of my children. Even as I write this and they lie in the bedroom that's freezing with three thick covers over each of them and when I touch theirrunny noses, their skin is cold to touch, I don't think of ending their lives.
Although the fie year told sitll snores like a fifty year old drunk sometimes and I wish I could shut her up. But it's a pleasant sound tonight as I relish her breaths to show she is alive.
That story made me really feel the hurt I would have to delve into as I vanquished the lives of one of the characters. And it made me cry harder.
No, I wailed because love is so precious. To have it at one moment andl ose it the next is a terrible terrible thing.
I cannot write anymore without giving away too much.
But I will say, the story will go downhill from here.
Enjoy... (as if you could after reading that.)
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Sin's Iniquity Chapter 29 (c) 2007 Sylvia Hubbard