Spring had arrived, bringing with it new life and colors to the world. I will be back, Firebird. Those words she heard everyday in her head. Each night when she closed her eyes, her dreams were filled with visions of the gray-eyed man who had come into her life for that brief time. A letter from him remained unopened on the table by her front door. Dezarae would touch it, hold it, and even smell it as she smiled over his almost illegible scrawl. But she never opened it. This afternoon the sun was warm as it beat down. Knowing she had about three hours before it got chilly; her door was open to help circulate some fresh air into the house. Dezarae hung up the phone as she saw the sheriff’s SUV pull up her driveway. Stepping out onto the porch, she waited as he stopped and got out. “Hey, Sheriff. What’s up?” Dale returned the wave but remained uncharacteristically quiet as he walked around to the rear door on the passenger side and opened it. He escorted a person out of his vehicle and walked her up the steps.
