Chapter 7

My mother told me and my sister, "When life changes, go with the flow." 

And I always did that, got the negative news, cried the night and the morning, with my head held high, I was ready to brace the storm.

But now, I was a hare caught in a headlight, against a fence, with no were to run to, a murderer with the gentlest touch holding me close.

Leaning down, he placed his forehead against mine so he was looking into my eyes, raising the ring that had stopped at his boot some minutes ago, "I ditched the jacket," he grinned, "there's a suit, your gown looks beautiful, wanna get married?"

Huhn?

He threw the ring away, "Ha, just kidding," but why was he looking disappointed, and why did that sound like a false cheer?

Shadows suddenly filled the church door, Don Adler turned, and his face straightened, "What does it take for me to have alone time?"

"Jesus Christ Adler." 

I turned to the door to find two more men entering. The one who the