. sniff... think so?" Jade asked, trying to fight her tears and get past all this."Yeah... I think it is," Freddie said stroking her hair a bit, which...he didn't mean anything by."Don't touch me." She said quickly and firmly, wiping her sleeves along her eyes.Freddie backed off, and he began to speak, but she cut him off."Tell me something, Freddie. What you just told me... did you say that because you believe it, or are you also clinging to the hope it doesn't work out, so Sam can still be. You know what? I'm here. Your daughter is here. So..." Heather said, before relinquishing the monologue.I sat in silence, straining to hear ANYTHING for a long moment. Then I was suddenly jolted by the sound of Heather knocking on my door."It's open," I called out, after ensuring my entire lower body was covered under the comforter.Heather commandingly opened my bedroom door, walked over to where I lay in bed, gave an exasperated sigh and asked, "Where is your bourbon?"I smiled and pointed to. Richard bolted up, and Sandra was up almost as fast, as the phone rang urgently. Richard felt his stomach turn a few times as Sandra lifted the receiver."Hello?"After a slight pause, Sandra spoke. "Oh my god. Where are you?" she said, anxiety full in her voice.Another pause. "Why not?" Sandra asked.Richard wondered what was going on. At least she was alive. He doubted if he'd sleep any more tonight."Okay, just wait, I'll come down and let you in."Sandra hung up the phone, and turned to Richard.. A pretty girl like you shouldn't cry." I pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Here, dear. Wipe your eyes. There's no need for you to cry."She let her arm stay round the dog's neck, reached out with the other and took the offered handkerchief. While her crying stilled she dried her eyes a couple of times. In a timid low voice she said: "I'm so terribly embarrassed. What I was doing is so weird and forbidden. You shouldn't have seen it. You must think I'm horrible." I.