Paradox Love: Paradox Love Book 1 by Dorothy E Gravelle Read Free Book Online

the cop who’d taken the vehicle registration information earlier.  He was certain that back at the dead man’s home was a mother missing her babies.  He would be heading over to check it out after his shift.  He took note of the address and headed for the fire truck.  He retrieved a utility bucket and placed the pups inside, and then into the station truck for safekeeping.  He then returned to the scene to help coordinate the arrival of the jaws of life – or death, in this case.
    In the meantime, the replacement ambulance had arrived and Luke had been moved over to continue the trip to the hospital. Within earshot of the closing ambulance doors, he could hear the frantic wailing of his mother, followed by the reassuring words of the medic.  “Don’t worry, ma’am, he’s going to make it.”

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
                  Transference out was not nearly as traumatic as in.  Once more, she was as a shooting star, propelled at a velocity beyond her understanding.  And again there were others, all being delivered to their appropriate levels, all going to meet their counselors and have their assessments. 
    As the now familiar corridor began to form around her, she was keenly aware of her own disappointment at being so far away from where she wanted to be. 
    And as the rows of closed doors stretched out before her, her hands went to cover her heart.  The searing pain was back.  It was just as bad, but oddly, seemed to have taken on a different quality.  In and amongst the deep sorrow was its dark relative.  Yes, yes, disappointment.  The panic she’d felt her first time here had been replaced by the sad resolution that there was no easy remedy. As she made her way to Gabe’s office, she resumed the exercise of deep breathing, in order to cope with the pain.
    “Grace, hello.”  Her distress was obvious, only rivaled by her disheartened state. “Have a seat.”  He knew the answer to the question, but asked it anyway.  “How was it?”
    “Very unsatisfying,” a deep sigh escaped her as she slumped into the chair.
    “Yes, I’m sorry.  You weren’t gone long.  Not long enough to find him.”
    “Right.”
    “Not long enough to have any sense that you were even close.”
    “Right.”
    “I’m sorry, Grace, but obviously you realize now that there are no guarantees.”
    “I understand.”  Her silence punctuated the statement quite effectively.  “But can I ask you a question?”
    “Of course.”
    “Is he okay?  Is Luke okay?”
    “I’m sorry, Grace.  I don’t have access to that information.  I’m not his counselor.  I can’t really tell you anything about what’s happening with Luke.  But I can make some guesses, just based on your contact with him, what I know from that perspective and what I know from being a counselor for as long as I have.  I know that he’s not likely meant to go through life alone.  I know that at some point, he’ll heal enough to move on.”
    “I see.”
    “You realize, Grace, that that means he’ll love again.  He’ll likely marry and have children.”
    Gabe had called her an advanced soul the last time she was here, and even now, though she had not yet had her assessment, though she was sort of in limbo between life on Earth and moving on, she believed him.  She knew it was true, because none of what Gabe told her brought on any sense of jealousy.  She understood, by virtue of what she’d already learned and perhaps some of what she did not yet have the capacity to remember, that love wasn’t about possessing a person.  It was about genuinely wanting the best for them.  And she’d always wanted the best for Luke.  Gabe’s next point brought her back to the moment.
    “But Grace, quite honestly, it’s not really about Luke right now.” 
    He let a moment rest between that statement and his next.  She understood what he meant.  He wasn’t Luke’s counselor.  He was hers.  She acknowledged