Ryan looked skeptical and confused. "What is it? Why do you look so upset?"
"Well, Ray. I have a strong reason to believe that I wasn't killed in an accident."
There was no way he would have been prepared to hear that statement. The glass in Ryan's hands fell down and crushed to pieces splattering the floor with water and bits of glass. He struggled to stand upright and took the support of a nearby table to stop his fall. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The excitement that he had felt of seeing his mom was now turning into an endless pit of sorrow and anger. He recalled the painful day when he had heard of his mom's car being involved in an accident.
He rained down questions on her, "But how? Why? And, most importantly, who?". His fingers curled into fists and his face hardened. Anger was beginning to consume him like a haystack set to fire, lighting him up like a torch.
