Janine White
Dating is a treacherous game and I"ve been watching from the sidelines, not all by choice. When the officer called, it rocked me to the core. Mark Davis? Davidson? Whatever his name was, he asked about Jason, and the sound of his name did something to me. His first question threw me off-guard: “How long has it been since you last talked to Jason?”
Just the sound of his name was enough to stop me in my tracks. But I played it cool, telling him it had been longer than I"d have liked. Until he dropped the bombshell: “He"s dead.”
My heart sank as if someone had thrown a stone into my chest. Of course I hadn"t heard.
The cop and I shared a moment of understanding, and he asked me to tell him what Jason was like—and the words just spilled out of me. I loved Jason. I still love J
