With such tragic news, it was going to be difficult to continue their vacation. The crash had thrust them back into the real world and they hadn’t even been in the car or so much as seen the accident scene. After they left the inn, she tried not to give it another thought and was almost convinced maybe Sam was right, until they returned. Just as they left their car, a taxi pulled up in front of the inn and a woman ran in ahead of them. The cabbie exited his cab and dragged a small suitcase from his trunk. He set it on the veranda and drove off, leaving it to sit in the dust cloud his car made as he sped away. “Well, he was in a hurry,” Sam commented. “I don’t know who was in a bigger hurry, the woman or the cabbie. Grab her bag, Sam. Let’s take it inside for her.” Sam was way ahead of Desiree. He’d already extended the handle of the bag and was dragging it behind him. The eerie quiet filling the lobby before was gone, replaced with the bustle of reporters flashing cameras and everyone was talking at the same time.
