As a cop, you walk into a morgue where the body of a colleague lies in wait for the scalpel, and you feel a towering sense of revenge well up inside. You want to kill somebody. Mainly yourself. For not being there. Jake had experienced this one time before. Casey. Helplessness twisted his insides. His chest tightened. The moment someone you know is dead, you run through all those things you wished you’d said and did. Heading over to view the crime scene of Anastasia’s death, Jake considered what Father John had brought up last time they spoke. No matter what his father had done, no matter how he felt about the past, Jake Cooper was going to have to forgive the man. Make things good before Alzheimer’s took him. Not that Mr. Cooper would have a sense of it. But loose ends were not something Jake wanted in his life. He needed closure in order to move forward. To hold on to it was no better than injecting poison.
