This is part of my series about Kelsey and Susan of 'Shotgun' and 'Susan's Sunrise'. This story is very long, emotional, and descriptive. It's also 'Hallmark Channel' sweet. I suggest the order being, Shotgun> Susan's Sunrise> Lake Chantrain> Susan's Renaissance > A Chance and a Change. This story is a time commitment. If you like my story Shotgun, which definitely runs Hallmark Channel sweet, I think you will like this one. If you did not like it, I suggest saving yourself the time.
I have broken this down into parts with titles to allow you to have an easy place to stop and pick up again from a distinct place in the story.
This is the first of three already written chapters released about a week apart if they are approved in the usual 2 to 3 days.
This story is the sequel to 'Shotgun'.
Flying J = Truckstop. A bit of a misnomer as they usually refer to themselves as travel centers and the front is usually dedicated to fueling automobiles and the side or rear is where trucks are handled. They often have a large convenience mart plus from one to five fast food places inside such as Subway, Wendy's, Cinnabon, Perkins Pancakes, Denny's, etc.
HIPAA = a set United States of laws and often a form that permits only certain designated people to receive medical information about another person.
'The girls' = boobies
Erection company =This means a crane company you pervs!
DSLR= Camera with changeable lenses.
The carpet matches the drapes. Pubic hair is the same color as head hair color. IE hair color probably not dyed.
My universe, my rules.
This story parallels Susan's Renaissance. There is overlap, but not every event in one is covered in the other story and some mentioned in detail in one are glossed over in the other.
Lake Chantrain
The sequel to Shotgun
Part 1.
Saturday, July 21, 2018
A Reunion.
I woke up with Kelsey spooned up against me, her arm over my side, a wonderful way to start the day every day. I still marveled that I was married and this wonderful woman who wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. Love. I was loved and this woman sought to be physically close to me, even when sleeping. She was my best friend, my lover and she craved physical contact with me.
She was mine... ALL mine, and gave herself willingly and completely every day and smiled at me while doing it. Her only unspoken request in return was to be loved back and it was the easiest of bargains to keep. Two months ago, I had no idea what husband-wife love could be. Hearing steady breathing next to me... Warm loving wonderful company that she is. She was part of me now, another thing I did not understand until it happened. Kelsey was the other half of me.
My parents have been married for almost thirty years and I was hoping my marriage was going to copy theirs. They were best friends and lovers and hated their time apart. I guess I was hoping to pattern from what my parents had done. Some men would call being around their wife most of the time hell. To me, the thought was heaven and yes, I know I am wired differently than most. Perhaps, it was because of my parents that I thought this way because they truly deeply enjoyed each other in and out of the bedroom.
Life was never better... then it wasn't.
My cell rang at a quarter until seven from a phone number in Princeton, West Virginia. There was a woman calling who asked, "Are you Andrew Abrams, the husband of Kelsey formerly Kelsey Malley daughter of Susan McCoy formerly Susan Malley?"
I answered, "Yes." There was enough concern in my voice that Kelsey roused quickly and was looking at me.
The woman said, "I am Deputy Ann Wells of the Mercer County Sheriff's Office. May I speak to your wife?"
The request really wasn't actually a request, but I had no desire to argue with law enforcement anyway so I handed Kelsey my phone. Kelsey answered hello then listened. Her face changed from neutral to concerned then she began to look stricken and then began to shake. She dropped the phone and then began to cry.
I took the phone up and said, "Something is clearly wrong and Kelsey is not doing well. What is going on?"
Ann said, "Her mother has been shot and beaten. Her husband and four relatives were killed."
I sat stunned while Kelsey was sobbing then asked, "You said her mother was shot and beaten? Where is she now?"
Deputy Wells said. "Yes, Princeton Charity Memorial in Princeton, West Virginia."
I asked, "How did you find us? I don't give out my cell number to many places."
Deputy Wells said matter of factly, "We have a search warrant for our murder and attempted murder investigation and Kelsey is a relative of one of the victims. Your name and address are on your marriage license application to her and through tax records, we know she is the natural daughter of Susan McCoy. I called Middletown, New York Police who ran your DMV records for us which had your phone number."
Wow. Funny how Earl had helped us even though that was probably the last thing on his mind. He had put my home address when he applied for my marriage license and forged my signature. No wonder Deputy Wells asked if I was a certain person in relation to Kelsey in relation to Susan. I wasn't offended and we needed to get moving.
I thanked Deputy Wells and said we would be in touch directly to answer any questions then ended the call. I hated to leave Kelsey alone but I had to make the next call without her knowledge. I called the hospital and finally got through to a doctor though it took several minutes. I identified myself as Kelsey's husband and asked, "Am I planning a funeral or a visit?"
The doctor said I was not a direct relative nor was I on the HIPAA form. I pushed and said, "My wife is a mess. She is the daughter of the patient and I need to prepare her."
The doctor sighed and only said, "Visit. 90% chance."
I thanked him and then assured the doctor that the conversation had never happened. He said thank you and I asked no more questions. I'm an internal project engineer and manager. I handle difficult problems that suddenly come up, and I do it well. I went into crisis mode, went into our bedroom, and using my project manager voice that I have used on building sites and said, "We need to go see your mom. Get dressed. Pack enough for a week. Move." I wasn't unkind, but I needed Kelsey to do as I asked and Kelsey was a shuddering mess.
Kelsey looked at me blankly with tears in her eyes, paused, then nodded.
I packed faster so went to my parents' house and told them I was leaving in ten minutes, giving a brief rundown. My mom and dad looked at each other and nodded and did not say a word. My parents are a superb example of a couple who work as a team. My mom said, "She is my daughter now. I will be on my way ten minutes behind you after you tell me where I am going."