PERFECT LOVERS

By SANDRA GORCZYNSKI

A beautiful woman who has desired a particular job for a long time, She finally got the opportunity to work there, She was excited about it not knowing that she would even become more excited about the whole situation because she found love there. They were just perfect for each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Gorczynski
• Release date: May 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088161111

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CHAPTER 2

I can now touch him, but I choose to gaze at the photographs instead.

Bella was a happy infant, a sweet toddler, a moody teenager, a stunning young woman, and finally a proud high school graduation wearing her cap and gown. Nothing follows. When she started college, it felt as though she had vanished from existence. When the photos resume and John is present, this pause is further punctuated. In these, he appears to be around four or five years old. She is now grinning once more.

Even though so many things about John should have devastated her, he managed to bring her back. Instead, it appeared as though he had restored something that she had lost. The innocence that was robbed from her belonged to John. Bella saw just his purity when she looked at a person that some people in society would disregard. John did nothing wrong, therefore he shouldn't have to bear the consequences of other people's sins. Even now, I find it difficult to understand the choices she had to make or how she came to their conclusions.

Did you know her? she asked. I ask John, and I turn to look at him. Hers are those dark eyes.

I respond, Not as much as I would have liked to, and he turns his attention back to the photographs.

Me too, he responds, and I experience a gut-punch. She was my mother.

I say, I'm sorry, and he nods in agreement.

My second mom. I appreciate how he does not make a distinction between them when he says, mum adopted me because mum wasn't ready to have me.

Which one do you prefer? He looks through the images for over ten seconds before pointing at her in a prom dress when I ask.

He comments, She looks very pretty in this one, and I grin. He then points to a different picture of her with a puppy when she was around sixteen years old. In this one, she appears content. The next time, he shows another person with him. "I enjoy this one as well because I can recall it. She came to visit, and we went to play in the park. We constructed a snowman while riding sleds down the Freddy.

With the carrot serving as the nose and the coal serving as the eyes, Bella and John were constructing a snowman. John is wearing a top hat. They were already laughing when the photo appeared, and I also smiled a little. It appeared to be an almost ideal day.

He asks, What's your favorite? I take a small breath and turn to face him. There are so many options. She was younger than eighteen in the majority of them, which makes me feel a little strange. After some consideration, I believe I have found my favorite.

Bella appears as though she was taken aback by the image. Probably during a camping trip she went on in high school with her friends. The fire in front of her provided the only light in the pitch-black room. She is reading one of those cheap romance books she would still be reading in 10 years while reclining on a chair with a book light. I appreciate the image because it confirms my intuition that some aspects of her had not altered.

I say, caressing it with my index finger, I like this one.

John responds, She liked reading to me, and I respond that I suspected she might have.

John, a voice can be heard saying. I turn to face Gillian, who I suppose to be his adoptive mother. Come on, we're going to do a prayer.

Okay. He shakes my hand and adds, Nice to meet you. I am John.

I say, Chase, and completely encircle his hand. I'll be right inside, too.

He adds, See you soon, and dashes to his mother. That youngster is nothing less than a miracle.

I want to look at the photos one last time before I depart. I pause at the final image of her with John and the snowman after hovering over a few others. It makes me happy, but then I realize something.

I take out the tack that was holding it to the cork board and give it a close inspection. Behind them in the picture is a parking lot. One automobile catches my attention. The driver's side door of an orange convertible mustang is facing the camera. I can clearly see the driver, who is still sitting in the passenger seat, as if she were in front of me. Both the person and the car are familiar to me.

 Merlin. I told her. I would consider her error. I replace the image on the board and go to the prayer. I'm a guest right now, but as soon as I can I'll be a detective.

I walk into the living room as the group is getting ready to say a prayer for Bella Hullman. The head priest in her kin.

Let us pray, the priest says. Lord, keep your eye on this family who has suffered a lot of loss recently. Watch over the spirits of the dead and lead their souls to a realm of eternal rest. Please provide this family and its friends the fortitude to endure through these tough times. We have faith in your divine design and your ability to punish evildoers who damage innocent people. In the stead of this, we pray, amen.

I recall a joke that was once told to me. I may have seen it in a movie or another medium. Imagine a man asking God to help him as he is on a boat that is sinking. Another boat shows up as the water is up to his knees and offers to save him.

The man replies, No, I'm waiting for God to save me, and the boat takes off.

Another boat shows up when the water is waist deep and another offer of rescue is made. He declines because he is hoping for God to intervene and save him. A third boat comes to save him when the water is up to his neck, but he rejects it once more. The man drowns and passes away once the boat completely capsizes.

When the guy enters heaven, he is indignant with the creator for having abandoned him. In response, God says, I sent you three boats.

CHAPTER 3

Although I have never been very religious, I do not think that God operates in a mysterious manner. I believe he employs blatantly obvious methods. We simply anticipate something more from him than just sending a boat because we are so preoccupied with his grand plan that we fail to take advantage of possibilities. Or a detective who is aware of who committed the crime but lacks the evidence to back it up finds a photo of his suspect somewhere she has no business being.

Amen.

This coming Friday, May 15, 2026, Molly Freddy

Since returning from Wisconsin, Chase has been out of bed when I awaken. Before exiting the room, I grab my shirt off the floor next to the bed and put it on. In his office, Chase is working on his computer. He is too preoccupied with his job to notice me as I cross the doorway to the kitchen to begin brewing coffee. A coffee mug with the inscription, Just hit size, love you, is under the Keurig's spout, indicating that he at least considered how busy he would be.

As my coffee brews, I lean against the counter and remove my phone from the counter's charger. My partner hasn't sent me any new texts, so I check the time. I'm curious as to when Chase woke up because it is 6:30.

The detective exam was finally successful for me. Barely. If you don't pass the written test, you can't even take the oral interview. For good reason, the fear of public speaking is the most prevalent. You are grilled by three Lieutenants and a Captain for about thirty minutes. The hardest part for me, for some reason, was my own introduction. Finding the delicate balance between brag and humility was nerve-wracking, and I frequently faltered when making my own statements. When I was told to leave the room and return in ten minutes after shaking myself off, I assumed the situation was finished.

Nothing indicates a qualified, strong woman like checking the box of everything males despise about women in this particular field, so I sat there for five minutes with my head in my hands, trying not to cry in front of everyone.

You all right? When I heard a question, I looked up to see Jill Whitaker in her lab coat eating a burrito from one of the outside food trucks.

She sat down next to me after I said, Hey, yeah, interviews for detective's exam are happening right now.

Are you awaiting your turn? Jill enquired.

I informed Jill that my interview is ongoing, and she gave me a perplexed look before turning to the door. Yeah.

That bad? she questioned.

I was instructed to go, relax, and return in ten minutes. I said, It's been five," and Jill chuckled a bit. I already don't understand it.

She said, Stop, and I turned to face her.

You received an ideal score. She shrugged when I added, I can't even begin to emphasize how much credibility you gave women in the police. The question What makes you, you? I queried.

Short response? I laughed when she said, I don't give a fuck. "Truthfully, I don't. Except for my family, I don't care what other people think about me. I let my track record do the talking. I never once set out to be a role model for women. To be honest, I don't like many ladies. Most likely, it's a single digit. They prioritize competence, devotion, and trustworthiness in that room.

I quickly replied, Competence, dedication, and credibility.

Jill remarked, getting up herself, Stand up. Jill slightly straightens my outfit for me as I stand up. You enter the space again. Instead of making an apology right away, enter, take a seat, and begin over. In case they don't, do not bring it up. Jill urged her to smile a little. Is what Jill Whitaker said that I should grin more true? Don't interpret that incorrectly. He would also be thrown out if he entered with a stick up his behind and a resting dick face. A smile is courteous, approachable, and a sign of self-assurance.

I made an attempt to grin, and when she smiled back, it actually made me smile.

Exactly that. To land this job, you don't have to behave like a male. You bring something that males can't because you're a woman. I took a final breath and turned to the door as Jill stated, Knock on the door, get in that chair, and get the job you deserve." Jill gave