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“I was doing research for a story when I came across this story about how Saint Michael is the patron saint of police. He is supposed to protect you and keep you safe. There is even a policeman’s prayer on the back.”
    Jax looked at the necklace and read the poem before looking back at me with concern evident on his face.
    “ Candice what happened to Chase is not going to happen to me. You shouldn’t worry so much.”
    I took the necklace back and unhooked the clasp. I reached up and fastened it behind his neck leaving the saint facing up on his chest.
    “ I bought this right after Chase died. I knew if it could happen to him, it could happen to anyone. I know you may not want to wear this, but I need you to keep it on for me. Promise me you will never take it off.”
    “ I promise Candy cane.” Jax murmured and pulled me into his arms. He was so tall that he could rest his chin on the top of my head and that was exactly what he did.
    “ Jax do you think we will ever feel normal again?”
    Jax merely squeezed me tighter and I closed my eyes to soak up with warmth. I listened to his heart beat in his chest as he let out a deep breath.
    “ Candy, we are like this park. We have endured a beating, and we are now rusted and broken. We can either fix ourselves or let life demolish us. I think that as long as we have each other, time will help to repair us.”
    “ Jax what would it take to save our park?” I asked, but the answer wouldn’t come as Jax’s phone rang. He let me go and I went back to swing as Jax walked off with his phone glued to his ear. He walked over to the big tree that our names were carved into.
    I really missed being a kid. I didn’t have responsibilities, nor did I care about things that get under my skin now like taxes, deadlines, or death. I could be carefree.
    Jax kept his back to me while he was on the phone which made me think that maybe there was a woman in his life I was holding him back from. I had been taking up all his time since Chase died, but I couldn’t bear to be left alone. Or the other option was that it was about the case, and I wasn’t privy to what was happening.
    I dug my feet into the wet sand and wiggled my toes just like I did as a kid. The winds picked up as the disturbance was moving in behind the storm that had just left.
    “ Candice,” Jax called my name and I pulled my feet out of the sand and stood up off the swing. I turned to look and he had this look on his face that was hard to describe. It was like a mixture of pain and anger, but guilt seemed to be present too.
    “ What is it?” I ask as apprehension overwhelmed my body.
    “ That was Christina, we need to go to your house,” Jax stated quietly and moved toward me. He looked at me as though I was going to shatter at any second.
    “ Jax, you’re scaring me.” He really hadn’t said anything scary, but his tone said something was really wrong.
    “ Candy cane, I am not trying to scare you. I just don’t know if you are ready for this.”
    “ Ready for what?” I ask as the worst thoughts were running through my mind.
    “ Someone broke into your house and…”
    I cut Jax off and turned to head for his truck. Someone had invaded my home, my privacy, and what was left of my life with Chase. I wasn’t going to cry. The overwhelming anger coursing through my veins wouldn’t let me. How dare someone do that?
    I think it was safe to say I had moved into the anger stage in the five stages of grief; the thought of someone in my house had me ready to punch something.
    I climbed into the truck and slammed the door to look out the window and see Jax holding my flip flops. Yea I was losing it, but I was too angry to care.

 
     

     

     

     
    Upon arrival at my house the anger had dwindled into shock as I saw people in uniform moving in and out in what seemed to be synchronized movements. Men were wearing gloves and carrying bags while others dusted my door that looked like it had been broken off its