21
I stir awake after a horrible night's sleep. I lie under the luxury white cotton covers, hoping it was all a dream. A nightmare. At first I think it is. Then I turn on the flatscreen on the wall and watch the breakfast news.
Joshua Speed Dead in Horror Crash. That's the headline and it isn't going away.
Reporters stand in front of police tape only a couple of miles away from Josh's home. Helicopter footage shows the crash scene at night. Police and fire units. CSI in white outfits scouring the hill.
I look out of the giant bedroom windows and see the dot of a chopper in the sky. It floats left and right in silence, the whir of the rotors blocked out by the soundproof glass. It'll be madness around here for some time.
I sit up and hold my head. An empty feeling. I pull off the sheet
