Beyond the Bodyguard

I will never forget where I was when I heard the news. Rachel. She was gone and there was nothing that I could do about it. My worst fear had materialized-I wasn't there...

I could not breathe. I felt so helpless. Why did I leave her? She never wanted me to go, but I could not protect her the way she needed to be.

Who am I fooling? She meant so much more to me than just a client. I loved her. She loved me. Why couldn't I just tell her? When she needed me the most, I wasn't there. I could have stopped the drugs, the alcohol, and the pills….the husband that would cause her career to spiral out of control. Now it was too late.

If only I could have stayed and loved her the way she wanted me to love her. I would do anything to be able to hold her in my arms again.

I don't know how I survived the memorial service. I felt so alone amongst the swarm of family, friends, and celebrities that were packed into the small church. I couldn't take my eyes off of the small, golden casket in the center of the altar. I had refused to view her body, as I wanted to remember Rachel from the time we had spent together.

Like a moth to a flame, I had been drawn to her from the very first time I laid eyes on her...