The clock ticks but time stands still as she sits on the floor hugging her knees. Shattered window glass from the explosion surrounds her. Her tear-filled eyes stare at the TV where dust-covered people with bloody faces stumble through mounds of rubble. “Stay inside,” the newsreader says. “There’s still gas in the air.” Her ears ring.
“Happy Anniversary, love.” He pulled her close to him. “Wear my favourite red dress tonight.”
“Where are you, Jon? She replays his last message over and over. “Hey, love. On my way.” Please bring him home safely, she prays. The doorbell rings. She jumps up.