"It's Mr. Jude," screamed Jessica, her voice trembling with fear, the name bursting out of her lips like a dam breaking and letting loose in a torrent of emotions.
Robert looked on with disbelieving eyes, his mind racing with possibilities with a query, "Which Mr. Jude could this possibly be, the one we have known for so many years, or maybe Jude Junior?
Williams and Emma sat as still as statues with their arms folded; their faces a picture of surprise and unbelief, as if even the foundations on which their worlds had been built had been torn apart.
"Hey Jessica, are you certain of what you're saying?" Emma asked skeptically, her tone reeking with doubt.
Jessica had uttered no word, the absolute silence broken by her uncontrollable sobbing, tears streaming down her face like water, and
