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Pieces of Us
Pieces of Us
Pieces of Us
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Pieces of Us

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Leo Shelton survived a mass shooting, but his heart was broken that night in a terrible way. Coping with the aftermath has been grueling: he holes up in his apartment, doesn't sleep well, can't work. He goes to the recommended grief counseling, but while there, never opens up. He’s drowning in his own pain.

Caleb Hart can see Leo's pain. He grows concerned about Leo, knowing he must reach this tortured man, and he has an idea that might just work.

If Leo is willing to give it a try. Can Leo claw his way out of the sea of grief he's in?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateApr 22, 2017
ISBN9781634863995
Pieces of Us
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Kassandra Lea

Kassandra Lea’s stories have appeared in a number of anthologies. She lives in southern Wisconsin. For more information, visit facebook.com/leakassie.

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    Pieces of Us - Kassandra Lea

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    Chapter 1

    Leo Shelton stood before the table, eyeing the provided snacks and beverages, feeling a desire to nibble on something more out of nerves than hunger. In the end, he selected a bottle of chilled water and two chocolate chip cookies, which he wrapped in a napkin. With a quick glance around the room to make sure no one was watching him, Leo ducked out into the hallway, escaping the hushed conversations. He located a bench and sat down, the cookies in his lap. He picked one up, breaking off a piece and shoving it in his mouth. His gaze went unfocused, the world blurring.

    Why do I keep coming here? Every time I tell myself it’ll be different, but does anything really change? They talk, I listen, then I walk out still a coward too afraid to share my grief. Who wants to relive tragedy? Do they sit there and judge me, wondering why I keep showing up?

    The support group had been a recommendation from his doctor, a way of telling him he needed to talk about the incident. Confront the issue; those were the words the doc chose.

    I confront the so-called issue every time I muster up the courage to leave my apartment. Why doesn’t he see that? Why don’t any of them? The world is a horrifying scary place and I would much rather stay locked in the safety of my house. But is that any way to live?

    Leo sighed, polishing off the first cookie. Apparently, he had more of an appetite than he thought. He began to pick at the second one, flinching when he heard the door open.

    Please just be going to the bathroom or leaving. Please leave me alone.

    Alas, it was not to be, someone approaching from his left. May I sit here?

    Leo shrugged. It wasn’t like he owned the bench.

    The person settled beside him. For a few minutes, they sat in complete silence, Leo crumbling his second cookie more than actually eating it. He balled up the remains in the napkin, clutching the tiny package in his fist. He licked his lips, wanting to pluck the bottle from the floor and take a drink. But already his heart was hammering at the close proximity of the other man. He was beginning to feel cornered and all the while, he understood that his anxiety was getting the best of him. Again. Tears born of frustration burned the backs of his eyes.

    He needed to get a grip.

    You know you’re safe here with me, right? the man spoke softly, encouragingly.

    Leo glanced sideways at him, realizing it was the man who led the group, Caleb Hart.

    Why is he out here? Is he going to try forcing me to talk about…about…

    A lump formed in his throat. Leo began to feel like he was choking.

    Just breathe, Caleb soothed. In and out, close your eyes and just listen to your breathing.

    Leo followed his instructions, having suffered from more panic attacks than he cared to admit. Thankfully, he always managed to keep the worst of them private, falling to pieces in the quiet safety of his apartment. Eyes shut, Leo took a deep, lung filling breath and let it out slowly. He repeated the process once, twice, a third time, feeling his chest tighten like someone had him in a bear hug.

    Hey, I’m right here. It’s okay. Nobody is going to hurt you, assured Caleb.

    A hand took his and Leo flinched, nearly yanking his hand free. Human contact, oh, how he missed it, and yet…The tears that threatened to fall finally sprung free, spilling past his eyelids and racing down his

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