Sharona sat on the floor in front of the bed in the hotel, clutching her knees and staring out the patio door. The curtains billowed as a gentle breeze blew in. She could still smell Jason's cologne lingering in the room. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her mind was blank. She could not think of anything even if she wanted to. She felt like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Lifeless. Empty.
There was a knock on the door, but her body refused to respond. Even if a bomb had dropped next to her, she probably would not have moved an inch.
"Sharona, love! It's me: Dad… Edward."
She turned to look at the door, and then got up slowly. An immense amount of sadness and heartache welled up in her chest. She could hardly stand up straight while turning the doorknob. When she saw Edward, she broke down. He held her very tightly and stroked her head while she sobbed.
"It's ok, honey… it's ok. I'm here," he said, trying to console her, though his own heart had been crushed by the death of his son.
"How did this happen? Why? I don't understand… He was standing there the one minute, and then next…" She couldn't finish the sentence.
"They said the driver hit a pothole and lost control of the pickup truck."
"I told him to be careful… I warned him about the traffic," she said.
"Sharona, love, everything happens the way God has set it out to happen. There is nothing you or Jason could have done to stop it."
"God! Is this what God has planned for us?"
"Honey… No one knows what will happen in the future. Come on. I know you are not in the mood, but we need to get ready to leave. I've made travel arrangements. We will leave in three hours time."
"Jason…"
"Don't worry, honey. I've taken care of everything," Edward said, trying to control his emotions; deep down, he wanted to scream "WHY?" at the top of his lungs.
Sharona threw all her clothes into her suitcases, not caring that her muddy sneakers were on top of her white D&G T-shirt. After she zipped her suitcases, it was Jason's turn. She packed each item neatly, and her tears left wet spots on his clothes. She gently stroked his clothes before she zipped the suitcase.
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Genre – Medical Suspense Thriller
Rating – PG
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