I love you, Lindsey

Cath,

I finished the dinner that you were preparing before it all happened. It’s in the oven.

Have fun,

Jenn

I smiled; she always knew when I needed a moment for myself. And Lindsey had never been a problem; I could always count on Jenn. Lindsey had spent most of her nights there when I was working. And most of the times she brought Lindsey home before dinner so that Linds and I could have dinner together and then I take her to school and come back home and sleep. I wake up and pick her up from school again and before shift starts I drop her off at my sister’s place. What more can a single, working career minded woman want for her little girl? And then it hit me, Lindsey always had kind of two moms, she probably wouldn’t really mind having Sara around.

I heard some noise behind me and that startled me when I turned around I saw Sara struggling with door and her wheelchair. I opened the door for her and decided not to ask her how she got into the wheelchair.

“Where are Lindsey and your sister?”

I handed her the note and she read it, the look on her face changed when she read Jenn’s part.

“She knows, you told her?” She whispered, not able to say it out loud.

“No I didn’t. I was stunned when she told me. She had always known that there was more, when I talked about you. According to Jenn, my eyes changed every time when I talked about you. All I ever told her about you where strictly work related. Oh damn I did tell her, all these years when we worked on a case together I always told her about it. I never tell her anything about any case that I work on with one of the guys. And most of the times that we work together we always did the breakfast thing together. So I always had to call her and tell her that I wouldn’t home in time to pick Lindsey up. So indirectly I told her.”

“Well it appears that it doesn’t matter to her.” Sara said while she waved the piece of paper in her hand.