Katie picked herself up and fixed her hair. She didn't want to fall apart, especially if Chris was in town. She had to stay on top of things, one step in front of him. Katie peered out the window to make sure there wasn't anyone around. It was hard to move on with life when you had the most significant reason in life to be paranoid all the time.
She went to close the curtains but noticed movement up at the old Coney' house. She silently watched and wondered who it was. It was Michael, but Katie didn't know that. She had never seen his picture or knew anything about him other than his writing. She noticed his tall, muscular body as he stood on the patio. Curiosity took over as she continued to observe. It was hard to resist the temptation to remain at the window. He captivated her eyes. She watched quietly, letting out a soft sigh. She let herself get lost in the romantic thought that she was someone else in a different life. That her ex-husband wasn't crazy and didn't want to kill her. In this life, the tall, dark, handsome man swept her off of her feet and into his arms. She wouldn't have had a chance. His baby blues gazing into hers, drawing her in with the warmth of his breath, leaving the world around them non-existent. She watched Michael walk across the patio, then stand admiring the mountains. He was yet a dream in her eyes, something she could only imagine.
She reached down and picked up the flowers, drawing them up to her nose. The smell of the roses was distinct and left a gorgeous aroma surrounding them. She almost forgot why they were in the trash to start with. Katie stopped and glared out the window. Oh my God! What am I doing? She flung the flowers back in the trash and closed the curtains.
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