Hearing the cry, Spencer Sullivan's vision went black, and he fell to the ground. The damaged bicycle was lifted from the water by a crane.
When it landed on the shore, police and medical personnel hurried over.
The passenger door was opened, and a woman in a black skirt was pulled out. She was laid on a stretcher, a simple white cloth covering her face.
Spencer crawled up and staggered towards the scene, still unable to believe that it was Yvonne, still unable to believe that she could die.
Zachary got there first, lifting the white cloth.
"Sis…"
Hearing Zachary's cry, Spencer shot a look at the woman's left hand with its curled fingers, an unformed fist.
Soon her body was taken away by the coroner.
Spencer didn't have the courage to go any closer, his knees hitting the ground.
"Spence…" Sophia Sullivan felt heartbroken for her brother, but even more so for Yvonne Young's young life. "If you loved her, why didn't you treat her better? Why didn't you protect her?"
