Sunday, 04 March 2018.
Two hours before Barbara’s death.
The car’s honking loudly in front of a peaceful suburban house. Some walkers sometimes like to steal a glance at his shiny black sedan.
Jazz has been waiting for a while in the car, until Barbara comes out from the front door with her beautiful white dress that makes her looking like Cinderella. They say hi to each other as Barbara carefully opens his car door.
“Jazz, thank you for picking me up tonight,” Barbara says awkwardly as soon as she enters the car seat next to him.
Jazz smiles sweetly and says, “No problem at all. Everything’s fine. So, are we ready to go now?”
Barbara nods agreeably. Then Jazz starts driving his sedan car on the road.
While breathing the fresh air outside the window, Barbara sometimes glances at th
