You are my rock...You touch my soul...You brought me light, when all hope was gone...You showed me the secrets, that I could unlock...You are my lover....you are my rock...
Wilson sat at his desk for the first time since Amber died. A week ago he had laid her to rest. He didn't cry anymore, but his heart was breaking. He leant over his desk, clutching a picture of Amber, gently stroking the hair of the lifeless print. His mind wandered from her to the other love of his life, Lisa Cuddy.
As if on cue, a knock on the door.
"Come in..."
As the door opened, the stilettoed foot of Lisa Cuddy appeared....
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