There were times, when I had been at a scene like the one the night before, that I had nightmares when I slept. I figured that was a good thing, even though I hated them. Working this job as long as I had, I had become somewhat desensitized to the crueler aspects of it. But I never wanted to become completely numb to death and mayhem. It should always affect me. When I woke to sunlight the next morning, Matt was still in my bed, and I hadn’t suffered from any bad dreams. I could still feel the pain and sadness, but it hadn’t encroached on my sleep. I was more than grateful he’d taken it upon himself to crawl in with me last night.
I loved the sight of him in my bed. He looked perfect there. The sun was creeping in through the blinds and washing his body in golden light. He wasn’t really a
