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“No Denny’s Grand Slam this morning?” Kate’s mother chided, walking into the kitchen the next morning.
Kate sat at the counter munching on a granola bar. “No, not today. Figured I’d eat light to prevent looking like a complete cow in my dress tonight.”
“I wish I still had your shape,” her mom said and then questioned, “How did you sleep? See anything?”
“No images of Cori, which concerns me. Hopefully, she’ll be coming to me again soon. I find it hard to imagine anything good coming out of this guy keeping her for so long without any contact,” she said and threw out the wrapper for the granola bar. She jumped off the bar stool and stretched. “I did have a vision. It was actually the first one in a long time where I didn’t wake up and feel depressed and hopeless.”
“Care to share?”
“Nah, think I’ll keep it to myself,” she replied. She wanted to hold onto the intimate memory of Jared and his parents. It made her feel connected in a very personal way to the detective. Upon waking, it was almost impossible to stop smiling as she wrote down her recollections of the vision in her journal. Although she didn’t plan to tell him about the images, she never wanted to forget a single detail. She was certain he held this fond memory of his parents still alive close to his heart.
Walking over to her mother, she kissed her on the cheek. “Just want you to know I love you, Mom.”
She placed a hand on Kate’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Ha-ha, Mom, that’s a real knee slapper,” she said sarcastically, but still gave her an unabashed grin.
“Katie, I love you, too.”
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