Not too long ago, Charlene had been smiling, her smile showing the dimple on her right cheek and the gap between her front teeth, her eyes glistening with the hope and passion for living; typical of people who had their whole lives ahead of them. Now, Charlene had nothing ahead of her. She would never smile again. She was cold, still and in the dark. Dead. That, however, was not the worst part. Now that Charlene had been found dead, the whole tragedy was more real, along with the possibility that she might never be able to bring Jack and Lena home alive. Her children were at the mercy of a murderer. She clamped her hand over her mouth, the mere thought of seeing Jack or Lena in small black body bags making her want to scream in anguish and feel like throwing up at the same time. “We shouldn’t have come here,” Bryan said as he wrapped his arms around her. She shook her head. “I wanted to see.” What exactly did she want to see for herself? Charlene’s body? The police doing their jobs?
