Explosion after an explosion was heard all across the large island where the Oxley Family was situated. Each indicated a misstep, resulting in the deaths of tens or dozens of people. And while this was going on, Florence listened to a classical piece from her favorite musician.
Her lips were hooked up into a satisfied smile, eyes shut while enjoying the music. Slowly, her eyes cracked open. She slowly gazed up and her eyes landed on the family portrait hung above the fireplace.
In the photo was a man and a woman, an elderly man, and then two little girls almost identical to each other. The calm flames in the fireplace flickered on her beautifully sculpted face while the crackles of the wood synchronized with the violin playing in the background.
