It's whas 10AM when I get the phone call from my hometown.
_am I talking to Mr Ezra Asher?
_ yes, how can I help you?
_am calling you Mr Asher to tell you bad news.
_what happend ?
_ you're father John Asher has passed away.
Last night he hade a heart attack, he tried to call ambulance about chest pain and shortness of breath but middle of the call he tells the dispecher it whas getting worse, dispecher send the ambulance but it whas late when they arrived.
_....
_ Mr Asher? Are you here?
_ yes I... I just need some time to ... Am sorry am not on my right minde.
_i get it, if you need to be alone for some time, and I'll end the call here, but before that I need to tell you,you're father had only you as his last family member, we need you to confirm some documents here, please in 5 working days come to the ,,Arden"
_ okay. [ end of the call]
After that call ended I didn't know what to do because of this terrible news, little did I know that this would change my life.
Hi my name is Ezra Asher , son of ex police sheriff of small town ,,Arden" . My father John Asher was well respected man in that town
And about my mom... She died in car accident when I was 10. the drunk driver hit her and killed her on the spot he called 911 and stayed on the sight untill police came
He apologised to my dad countless times. 1 month after the accident me and my father were at the curt in front of the man he looked at me and cried while saying :what have I done.
I don't remember much about my mom except her name Sofia Asher and her sweet voice.
My father tried to not make me miss my mom too much but I think he missed her the mouste. I remember one time I walked by kitchen and saw him crying with my mom's photo in hand, I run up to him and hugged him, as soon he heard my voice he wiped his tears and tried to hide the photo, I don't know about others but to me he was a real hero.
I went to the college in the city and hade to move out I get the job here as a private detective
13 years latter and here I am standing beside
His cold and pale body.
After that call I pack my bags and drive back in town.
On my father's funeral which I hade to organized a lot of people came some new,some old faces nothing out of the ordinary, I was expecting people considering every one hade deep respect towards my father but every thing whas to be expected, except the ,,one" thing .