The operation room.

"Ma'am" the policeman's voice filtered through the air. It echoed and bounced on the walls but he got no reply in return. Isabella was crouched on her knees, her brown eyes were wide in fear and her lips quivered as she tried to process what the man had just told her.

Seth and Vicky.

An accident.

Her mind was befuddled, clouded in fear, confusion, and anxiety. What could have happened? How did it happen? Were they safe?

"Oh God," she choked out finally. Her throat worked up and down to swallow saliva and she trembled rising to her feet. "Oh my God."

An image of Seth bloodied and battered stood before her. His green eyes, the same ones that had always stared at her with such intensity now looked blank and empty. The grin on his face was soulless, unlike his spirited ones. In his arms was Vicky. Her baby. She lay limp in his arms, her eyes closed and her lips pursed in that arrogant manner of hers. The image raised his hands, pointing at her and she shook her head vigorously. Her r