Zara White stood frozen in place, letting out a sharp cry, "No--!" Two tears fell from her eyes, she covered her mouth tightly. Her face turned pale to the point of bluing, her current state looked like the epitome of grief.
Norris Moore sat on the couch, holding onto the armrest with one hand. It felt like her vision was darkening, as though she had fallen into a black whirlpool, making her feel faint.
The monotonous female voice from the news report echoed in her head: "...there was a major accident on Taiping Central Road, where a truck collided with a police car... The president of the AM Group, Trenton Smith, died on the spot..."
Dead?
She didn't know what she was feeling in that moment, perhaps she was stunned, but all she could make out was a profound sense of bewilderment.
The man, he had been alive and well in front of her very eyes just an hour ago...
Now, he was dead from a car accident.
