Joe sat there silently for what seemed like an eternity. He was out of tears; those had been cried out during the first few months after everything had gone down. He still had nightmares about all of it. The gunshots, the trail, the angry recriminations.

Someday, I'm going to take the person you love most from you, Rogers. Then you can tell me how sorry you are and I'll accept your apology by putting a bullet in your head.

Roxie's hold on him was strong, comforting and somewhat soothing. For awhile, he said nothing. She probably wished she hadn't asked him. What could anyone say after that?

"So what happened to you? I don't mean the hair color. You were always so quick with a smile. I mean...all of the tabloids and society pages I read about you showed me a girl who took life by the throat and wrung every second of joy out of it she could get. I saw a lot of pictures of you over the years and there was a light, I guess, that I always saw in you." Joe said.

"I don't see it anymore. So, what happened?" he asked her.