Suddenly it's very cold. Jessica feels herself being drawn upward... weightless. She looks down and sees Harry, slumped on the floor holding her body sobbing. Her bedroom is covered with broken glass, turned over chairs and the blooding remains of her murderer...Higher up now...
She can see the outside of her house and the crowd of neighbours gathered outside her front gate, most likely alarmed by the shots... in the distance police cars and an ambulance speed through the streets of Cabot Cove towards her house.
As she moves higher, she can see the entire city where she's spent most of her life. There is no sense of sadness, she feels satisfied with the life she's lead and the number of murders she's helped to solve. Her only regret is the way she left matters with Harry. But it's too late now...
She turns her head upwards...
forward...
...toward the warm and welcoming light.
Bright, Bright, Bright.
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Dedicated to the recent passing of my Nonna and anyone else who's lost someone close to them this year.
