Sunday Afternoon
Bella lay comfortably across Dante’s lap as they watched television in the living room. The atmosphere was lazy and calm until the news suddenly interrupted the program.
The screen shifted to a serious-looking reporter.
“We have sad news to report today,” the reporter announced. “Zara Ashford has finally passed away after remaining in a coma for several days following the tragic accident.”
Dante froze.
For a moment, he thought he had misheard.
“What?” he whispered.
He shot up from the couch so quickly that Bella nearly fell.
“Mum!” Dante shouted loudly.
Upstairs, Margaret heard the panic in his voice and rushed down the stairs.
“What is it, Dante?” she asked breathlessly.
Dante didn’t answer.
He simply pointed at the television.
The reporter continued speaking
