It was on November 12th that Mr. Orlando had to go to Woodsville for a business reason. And he is about to leave from there and his wife and children are there at the station to drop him.
Two tickets lay on the chest of drawers. The plane bound for Massachusetts would leave at midnight that night and I was left with about six hours to pack
He looked up towards her. Lightning made her face look whiter than ever, and her clothes, red. Blood red. Now came the horrid realization.