Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four. Diana and Lisa May.
Diana’s Point of View.
The day is dragging, and as much as I am determined to help Jessie, along with keeping myself busy, I am finding that I am spending a lot of time just staring into space. Half of that time I am staring I am not even thinking. It is like my mind has gone numb. I am in such a place when I hear Devon clearing his throat.
“Diana,” he says, his tone not filled with the annoyance it usually has when he has obviously been calling me for a while.
“Maybe you should go home,” he states, as Ruth opens the interlocking door between her office and mine, and steps inside.
“I think she should do what she likes at this point Devon,” Ruth states.
“There is no right or wrong way to deal with grief,” she adds, as Devon
