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After finding her son’s body, the last thing Jesse wanted is to host anyone. She had spent the last twenty years trying push away any hope that maybe her son was alive…but that wasn’t the case. Only five miles outside of town…only five miles, if she had looked a little harder than she would have found him. Specially, the many times she had drove past that location over the years.
Jesse force herself to focus on anything else.
Sitting on the floor working at the coffee table, Joe have been crossing out the different locations that they had searched. Each x felt like a piece of her is losing her son all over again. Even for just a moment, Jesse would love nothing more than have her son back however, she much rather has him move on into his eternity.
In the kitchen, Hank and Frank are busy with washing the dishes after Hank had made some kind of lunch. Jesse doesn’t know what Hank had made but it would be better than any of the microwavable meals she had been eating. She should get up and help them but whatever energy she had have been drained after they had return from the recent search.
“He didn’t hurt you too badly, right?” Jesse asks; looking back at Joe, more importantly his bandage arm.
It was a shock to find out that ghosts could be injured; she had thought that couldn’t be possible but it’s more common than they had let on. Makes sense because why scare the living even more than they already are when face the unknown.
Joe, for his part, pulls down his jacket’s sleeve; “I’ve been through worst.”
That doesn’t sit right with Jesse but she decides to drop the matter for now. Being remind that her son is some kind of monster that had attack a kid she had grown to care about is a bit much right now. Luckily, Hank had handed her a plate of food before taking a seat on the arm chair. Now, she doesn’t have to think just eat the only decent meal she has gotten in a while; meaning she misses when the boys left her house.
“Thanks, Hank.” Jesse set the plate onto the coffee table; covering up the map that was left behind. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this until today.” She leans back into the couch before looking over to Hank to see that he had pocket his phone. “After twenty years of not knowing, I thought I could handle it.”
She doesn’t know if its better to never know or knowing.
“I remember my first cold case,” Hank said; shifting in his chair to face her. “A young girl that went missing four years before I started as a detective. We managed to find her out by the mill and there’s this relief that I wasn’t expecting to have; not knowing what had happened weighed more than I was expecting.”
And maybe that’s what Jesse has been missing; a piece that she didn’t realize she had until it was gone.
“If anyone will find your son, the boys will.”
“I know.”