Part 1: Bitter Tears A cold autumn wind blew through the trees; it was an Odd, eerie feeling, the wind felt almost... remorseful, As if it were sad... moaning and creaking through the trees, shaking them with its sadness. The sound sent shivers down my spine, why was the wind acting this way? Why did it frighten me so?

I opened my bedroom window, I needed fresh air, and I needed to calm down. As soon as my window opened the wind blew in, playing with my long auburn hair. It whispered sweetly into my ear, like a lover would. It carried sadness in its voice, why was it so sad? Suddenly the phone rang. I jumped in surprise

"who would be calling this late at night? It's almost four in the morning!"

I walked over to the phone beside my bed and answered it, a feeling of dread washed over me as I listened to the voice.

"Ma'am, this is the police station..." a man spoke, he sounded remorseful, just like the cold wind outside.

"Yes? What's the problem sir?" was my voice really that shaky? Why was the police station calling me?

"Ma'am there was an accident...your husband was killed." He said it so bluntly...it almost sounded unreal.

"D-dead? How did this happen?" I felt myself begin to break, my resolve was shattering.

"Ma'am...please...come down to the station, we'll talk more there." He sounded as if this were more important than anything else was right now, as if her coming down to the station would begin some unknown chain reaction of unstoppable events. I stayed silent, not knowing what to do. My mind felt cluttered and my world was suddenly falling apart all around me.

"Mrs. Thomson, please come down to the police station." He persisted, sounding almost desperate.

"Alright...I'll be there in fifteen minutes" I hung up the phone without another word. I sat there on my bed, lost and alone...very alone. He was gone...I was...What was I going to do with my life now?

My husband was dead...

wait.

What about Trinity, what happened to my daughter?

To be continued...