Barbara:
The next day,
I stand in front of the TV, staring with widened eyes at the news that’s being displayed. I don’t think I realized I stopped breathing until the words ‘Julian Ford confirmed to be dead.’ Echoes from the television.
The screen flickers for a brief moment, showing the once majestic villa now reduced to charred bones and smoke. Fire trucks line the driveway, yellow tape dancing everywhere. People- officers, paramedics, the med all moving like ants around the crime scene, trying to fish out whatever information they can get.
My heart is thumping loudly as I stare at the screen.
Julian’s villa. Gone.
The newscaster stands solemnly in front of what used to be the grand entrance of the villa, her coat flapping in the wind. “We’re standing outside in the villa of multi
