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November 8, 2012 / Ronald Chapman

Not Sure I’ll Ever be Okay

“What about you, Aaron? How did her murder affect you?”

The question seemed to settle him, though a haunted cast showed on his face. Pitcairn imagined he was now fully present as affectations dropped away.

“I’ve never stopped missing Maggie. I think about her all the time.” He snorted in a rather self-deprecatory fashion “She may be all I think about.”

“It’s been hard, hasn’t it?”

“Whatever,” he replied with a shrug.

Pitcairn felt a wave of concern and care sweep over him as he studied the young man’s face. “Aaron, right now, right in this instant, are you okay about this?”

He blinked, and for a moment Pitcairn saw the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.

“No,” Aaron replied firmly. “I’m not okay. I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay.”

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