Anna had been let go. Which was an improvement. It left her feeling mildly secure alongside Goose. She sat shotgun. Staring out the window as she clenched her hands into the car seat. Telling herself to stop crying, but she couldn't. Her feelings were just as stirred up about things as his were. More than anything, she didn't want to think about him going. Even though all of her other words that morning might have said otherwise, when it came down to it, she was scared. Scared, because, for the first time in her life, she didn't know what she wanted.<em>Right</em>from<em>wrong.</em><em>Truth</em>from<em>fiction.</em><br/><br/>She'd lost what little control she had over things. Over<em>herself.</em>She was about to lose<em>a dark angel.</em>Someone who meant well, but went about it in all the wrong ways. Who perhaps needed<em>her</em>at times, more than she needed<em>him.</em>They were like<em>ying</em>and<em>yang.</em>They<em>made</em>each other complete.<br/><br/>Even if they weren't<em>blood</em>relatives, there was no denying she had some<em>connection</em>with him. One that disturbed her the more she thought about it. If she didn't know any better, she would have said she were dreaming. Nothing had ever felt  more<em>real</em>and<em>fake</em>to her.<br/><br/>As they rolled up in front of the house, she saw her neighbor's hungry eyes. She wondered then if it was really safe to be in the vehicle. She turned to James and waited on his word.