“Mom’s voice penetrated the foggy numbness surrounding her. “Honey, I know you’re upset, but you’ve got to eat.” Jennie placed the box of her dad’s things on the shelf. Then, taking the picture of him that she kept on her bedside stand, she placed it on the shelf with photos of Mom, Gram and Nick, and the others. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him anymore. She did. She just didn’t want to be reminded of his death every time she went to bed. There was nothing left to do now but go downsta...irs and apologize. She’d tell J.B. and Gram that she was ready to do whatever she needed to do to straighten things out with the government and the media. J.B. set up a news conference for two in the afternoon in the lobby of the Hilton Hotel. He asked Jennie if she wanted to make a statement to assure the public she was satisfied with the government’s findings. Satisfied? That was rich. Her father had been killed and was never coming home.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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