Sharon's POV
The television was already on when the chaos started outside.
I had been sitting on the edge of the bed for the past twenty minutes with my legs crossed, glass of Bordeaux balanced in one hand, remote in the other, watching the world burn in real time. And it was, there was no other word for it...beautiful.
Victor Hawthorne's Dead Wife Has Returned.
Walking Miracle: Victor Hawthorne on His Feet After Five Years.
What Happens To Emily Now?
The anchors were falling over themselves. Split screens everywhere...my photo on the left, the one from the charity gala two years before the accident, Victor's arm around my waist, both of us glossy and expensive and in love, or performing love well enough that no one could tell the difference.
And on the right, a recent shot of Emily. Soft face. Honey-blonde hair. The same woman I'd glimpsed from few days ago by the drive way, already halfway out of the frame of Victor's life.
