I cannot believe what has happened to me.  My whole world has ended, and
there's nothing I can do about it.  You see, once I was so happy.  I was an
officer in the Palm Beach police department.  My life was in order.  Most
importantly, I had just been married.  
	My partner and I had discovered that we had long-buried mutual feelings for
each other.  We had been denying for a long time--too long--that these
feelings existed.  One night, while we were recovering after a terrible
scare, the attractions surfaced.  We realized that we were in love with each
other.  Pretty soon our relationship became almost the only thing we thought
about.  Our police department's rule was that nothing physical can come
between partners.  We knew that no one could know about our feelings for
each other or we would be separated and given new partners.  Our captain did
become suspicious, but we didn't care.  Maybe we should have cared.
	Well, as you might have guessed, the inevitable happened.  The harsh
reality of pregnancy erased all our hopes of keeping our relationship a
secret.  We decided to tell the captain about the baby and about our love
for each other, but our jobs kept us too busy to find the time to talk to him. 
	The issue of marriage came up numerous times.  Neither my partner nor I had
the best track records when it came to long-term relationships.  Both of us
had been hurt in the past.  Furthermore, if we actually did get married, we
would definitely be separated as partners, and we really didn't want to work
with anyone but each other.  We didn't trust anyone else.  We were also
afraid that our marriage might end in divorce.  When we were alone together,
however, none of that seemed to matter.  
	I fell deeper in love every time we saw each other.  I had been attracted
from the beginning, but I had kept my feelings to myself.  I mean, we were
partners.  We depended on each other, not just for our lives, but also for
emotional support.  I remember endless nights of sitting over a meal,
talking about everything--everything but what was most important.  We became
the best of friends, but we constantly lied to ourselves about what was
happening.  Other people saw it coming, and we two were the last ones to see
it.  
	But I'm getting off the track.  I need to finish this story.  My time is
running out.  One wonderful day in the park, we decided once and for all to
get married.  We wanted the whole world to know how happy we were.  We
changed our clothes, found a minister, and got married that very day.  The
happiest day of my life.
  	Of course, the captain was livid.  The thing that made him the angriest
wasn't that we married each other; it was that we didn't tell him first.  He
only found out about it when he read a tabloid newspaper with a story about
us, complete with pictures that a sleazy photographer had taken of us around
town.    
	After our secret had been discovered, we were assigned new partners,
Michael Price and Holly Rollins.  We had worked with Michael in an earlier
case, but Holly was a new face.  There was nothing we could do about the
reassignment, obviously.  
	Being married to my best friend was pure bliss.  I couldn't believe that
this person, my soul mate, had been under my nose for the past five years
and I just didn't see it.  I have never been so loved in my life.  I never
thought I could love anyone like that.  I know that this must sound sappy,
but that's really how I felt.  All too soon, though, our happiness was
shattered.  
	 I was killed.




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