After seeing David’s body on the television screen, all I could think of was what would happen next? What else was coming? What was the next catastrophe going to be?
And then a possible answer blindsided me.
I was swamped with the image of having to identify AJ’s body. I could see her face, still and pale as a sheet was pulled back. I knew she was cold and gone. The intense clarity of the image almost brought me to my knees. “No!”
The vision lasted for less than a second.
I didn’t accept it. Wouldn’t accept it.
I concentrated on David.
It was David cold and dead, not AJ.
“He looked bruised,” I heard myself observing. “His face was cut...
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