Bless Your Heart by Kimbra Swain

Bless Your Heart by Kimbra Swain

Author:Kimbra Swain [Swain, Kimbra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-05T22:00:00+00:00


A couple of days passed as I moped around the trailer. Dylan’s memorial was today at the small funeral home in town. The newscasts covered his heroic death, reporting the shooter had been arrested.

Levi walked into the living room in his dress pants and button up shirt from the hearing.

“Grace, get dressed,” he scolded me.

“I'm not going. I do not want to stir up strife when it's his day,” I said.

“He would want you there,” he said.

My cell phone rang as it had the last few days with various people offering condolences. Levi became my secretary because I feared to talk to any of them.

“Hello,” Levi answered. “Yes, she's right here.” He handed me the phone. I scowled at him.

“Damn, Levi,” I cussed him.

“I'm not lying to a preacher,” he said. “And you might want to repent for cussing me.” His eyes twinkled as he teased me. Bless his heart. He's tried to remain light-hearted even though I know I scared the crap out of him.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Miss Bryant, allow me to express my deepest sympathies for the loss of your friend,” Bro. Matthew Rayburn, the local Baptist preacher said. I’d met him several years ago. He was always kind and thoughtful. Not the hellfire and brimstone you would expect from a southern preacher.

“Thank you kindly,” I responded.

“You are coming to the memorial, right?” he asked.

“I'm not sure. I never want to repeat the events from the courthouse the other day. It's probably best I don't put anyone else in danger,” I replied.

“Grace, Sheriff Riggs was my friend. He spoke highly of you. He would want you to come, and forgive me for saying it, but you owe it to him to be there,” he pushed. “The memorial will be tightly controlled. I trust there will be no incidents.”

Shocked by his words, I didn't know how to respond. So, I simply said, “Okay.”

“I look forward to seeing you there,” he said hanging up.

I sat stunned for a moment. I owed Dylan my life, but there was no way to repay that now.

“Get up!” Levi prompted.

“Okaaaaay!”

I owned a plain black dress that didn't scream whore, so I wore it with the black sweater from the hearing. Pulling my hair half back, I clipped it with a claw barrette.

Levi was on the phone again. “Here she is,” he said handing me the phone. Before I could scold him, he said, “It's Lysander.”

“Demetrius, we are leaving for the memorial. What do you want?” I said having no desire to talk to him. He called yesterday saying he obtained permission for us to attend the memorial, and I refused to speak to him then.

“All charges have been dropped, Grace. The officer outside will remove your ankle monitor,” he said plainly.

“What?”

“New evidence was presented to the judge, therefore he dismissed the charges. However, I warn you. They haven't given up and will continue to build a case against you. This was just a technicality. You still need to prepare to leave,” he said.

“What was the technicality?” I asked.



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