A War of the Heart — Chapter 1
A novella on love, society, and inner-reflection.
Another tense night in Milwaukee. Three separate shootings occurred on the same block of Vliet last night around eleven o’clock.
The toaster popped. Suzanne reached over and put the pieces of toast on the plates alongside the scrambled eggs and sausage links. She had just turned to set them down on the table when Chad walked in. Without missing a beat, she turned the TV off and silenced the reporter.
She smiled at her husband. Water still glistened in his sandy-blond hair from the shower. Though he had looked good in the shower earlier, he was just as good looking in his dark blue uniform. The man made one sexy cop.
He gave her a kiss as she set the plates down. “Smells good.” He pulled out the kitchen chair and sat down. “What are you plans on your day off?”
Suzanne poured the orange juice and sat down across from her husband of three years. “I’m going over to Olivia’s. Getting my cornrows put in today.”
“Ouch.” Chad cringed. “Well, good luck with that.” He bit into his toast and winked at her.
With a laugh, she sprinkled salt on her eggs. “Thanks.” Her face sobered. “I wish you didn’t have to go….” She lowered her fork to her food and pushed it around the plate. Thoughts of the news…
