The people in the cafe continued talking as I stood to look at the door. Still not here. I glanced at my watch. Dash it all, I was going to be late to my meeting. He would not be getting dinner tonight, oh no. My husband wasn't one for standing me up, though...whatever. He's not here, and I have to go. I walked out of the cafe, jogging down the stairs and out. What I saw I will never forget. My husband's car and another one in flames down the street, an obvious car crash. My heart stopped then started again as I ran to the scene. "Jacob!" I screamed. "What happened? Where is my husband that's his car-"
"There are no survivors, ma'am." An officer talked slowly and calmly behind me. "I'm sorry." I could feel the tears streaming down my face as my heart shattered into a million pieces and sunk so deep I was sure I'd never find it again. I was certainly not going to go to that meeting. This was much more important. The officer helped me to the ambulance and put around my shoulders a shock blanket as I stared off into the blue sky. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.