Noah raised his eyes to stare at her while tears ran down his face. "I don't know," he responded when asked about it. "Everything took place in such a flash. This assailant emerged from the bushes and fatally shot your father. I... I eliminated him before he could reload his weapon.
"Is that man... my father?"
Noah nodded. "I'm afraid he's gone."
Gwen gave a slight nod in response. “No. He can't possibly be." She resisted Noah's attempt to hold her hand while her own eyes searched fruitlessly for any indication of life.
She sank back on her heels. She had only recently finished burying her mother, and now this was happening. Had she, on some fundamental level, been aware that anything of the order of this was about to take place? Was that the reason why she felt the need to return home? Because it was necessary for her to be here?
She closed her eyes as she continued to massage her temples. Why did she feel so numb inside, like she was missing something? Her father had just been kille
