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Part 42

Wilma stood in the dark parking lot handing the envelopes to Nelson and the doctor. "It's always a pleasure." Nelson said, opening the envelope and looking through it.

"Everything is there, Nelson." She said impatiently.

"Alright, I'll get in contact with you about the other little job." He said and walked towards his car.

"So your son doesn't suspect anything about July?" The doctor asked as they watched Nelson drive away.

"Nothing, he really believes she tried to kill herself. And that she's pregnant." Wilma and the doctor laughed as they made their way to July's room.

When they entered she was in bed with her arms crossed. "I am dying of boredom here. You should've made Shawn stay with me. I'm sure he went running to her."

"Just think, he probably went to say goodbye. He promised you he wasn't leaving you." Wilma said, fixing her pillows.

"And you are sure I am going to be able to keep him this time?"

"Dear, of course. During treatment, something is going to stress you out, and you'll have a miscarriage, then that would trigger you and he'll feel guilty and I'll have to recommend more time with you." The doctor proudly said.

July smiled as Wilma rubbed her shoulder. "You'll see, you will have him in the palm of your hand. He'll forget all about that girl."

The next day, at the diner, they spent all day scrubbing off the blood from the floor and walls. They hadn't spoken all the way to the diner or in the diner, they just got to work. "How are you feeling?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Fine." She said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Has John said anything about your brother?"

"He's been transferred back home." She was going to stop talking. "I have to go by later to give my statement." She added.

As he was going to open his mouth, Gina knocked on the door. "Sorry, we are closed." He said as she walked in.

"That's okay, ma'am. Do you want a cup of coffee? I'll be happy to serve you." Deborah said as she stared at him and got up walking behind the counter.

"No, dear. I wanted to see you." Gina said as she took out something out of her purse.

"Me? Well, how can I help you?"

"Here." Gina handed her an envelope. "I hope you read it. Good bye." And she quickly left.

Deborah stood there holding the envelope as Shawn stood up and walked behind her. "That was odd, even for her. Are you going to read it?" He grabbed the envelope and read the front To Wilson's Waitress is what it said.

She took the envelope back and stared at him. "Not that is any of your business, but yes, I am going to read it. I am curious to know what she has to say." She walked to one of the booths and sat down. She slowly opened the envelope and took out a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it and read. "Hello dear, my name is Gina Kynes. I'm sorry if I scared you before. It's just that your face is so familiar. You look just like her, only your hair is different. Is like I time travel to the past and saw her standing in front of me again with that sweet smile. I need to know more about you, where did you come from? What is your name? Please, come to this address and come see me soon. I'll be expecting you. Gina"

She folded the letter again and put it back in the envelope. "What does she have to say?" His curiosity was killing him.

"Shawn, we talked about this. Stay out of my business."

He walked towards the booth and placed both his hands on the table. "I can't do that, Deborah. I'll always be here watching over you."

Deborah stood up and stared at him. "I don't need you to. Go watch over your wife." And she walked to the kitchen leaving the envelope on top of the table.

He quickly grabbed it and read it. "You aren't really planning on meeting with her, are you?" He asked when she came back with a bucket.

She saw the envelope in his hand and grabbed it. "How dare you read my stuff, Shawn?"

"Deborah, that lady is crazy!"

"You don't know that."

"Neither do you. It's not safe. This address is some deep part of the park that no one barely goes to."

"I'll be just fine. What is a lonely old lady going to do to me?"

"Deborah, please. Let's be reasonable. You've been through a lot of shit this last year. Look, let's make a deal. Let me take you. We can go together and check it out."

"Thank you for reminding me, and no, I don't need your help. I can take care of myself."

"Should I also remind you that I was the one that had to rescue you from your dead husband?" He was furious.

She slapped him hard. "Forget about me, Shawn Wilson. I am not yours, not your problem." And she went back to scrub the floor with tears in her eyes as he just stared at her.