Her world had come circling around her in techno-color and she was in some serious need of sleep now. Everything she had wanted in life was now in her grasp. Joey Hart loved her. And not like he loved to sleep with her type of love, but love her as in death do us part. Could she take that leap with him and see if it would last. What about Milo, would he understand? He was okay with them dating, but would he be okay with Joey being his stepdad, was Joey okay with that. So many things, not enough brain power.“Ms. Morgan, can you go over what happened step by step to when you got shot,” Detective O’Malley was asking her. Joey had sat down with her, holding her hand. She honestly had to think to recall what happened. Slowly she began to remember what happened that night. As the words left her mouth, Joey stiffened when she recalled what he said and did with the gun. She could still feel the burn, and the sickening smell of burnt flesh. Even though the bandage covered her wound, she would need to think of something to tell Milo.“Well, Ms.
