Revenge of Tomorrow (4)
It was nearly midnight for Charles to drive Tracy back to the small apartment.
Carefully walking on the ice and snow road, tense and busy work, coupled with the long mental tension at night, at the end of the day, Tracy was physically and mentally exhausted, and she seemed to have experienced a life-and-death battle.
As soon as she entered the house, she threw off her shoes and pulled over the pillow and lay on her back on the bed.
… …
Everything was going smoothly, and Tracy, surrounded by a group of relatives and friends, walked to the church where she was about to hold a holy wedding.
Entering the door, Tracy discovers that this is not a church but a courtroom.
There was no Virgin, only Doris and the old lady, two old mothers, who were arguing fiercely.
Oh, my God! What's going on?
Charles sat in the judge's bench, the bell in his hand shaking desperately, and kept shouting: "Silence! Quiet! ”
Tracy could not hear the quarrel or Charles's shouts, only the ringing of the bell.
Tracy opened her eyes violently, and the phone on the desk rang desperately.
The phone was subpoenaing her.
She froze for a moment and grabbed the phone.
"Hey, which one are you?"
"Is it Miss Tracey?"
"It's me, you are..."
"I'm Sheriff Miller of the New Orleans Police Department, and I'm sorry to call so late, you're Doris's daughter, aren't you?"
"Yes, what happened?"
"There's bad news, something happened to your mom,"
"Something happened?"
"She's dead."
There was a noise on the other end of the phone, which was obviously a human voice, and it didn't look like it was coming from the underworld at all. '
"What? What did you say? That's impossible. ”
Tracy cried out hysterically.
How could my mother die? Their mother and daughter had just spoken on the phone not long ago, and they were so deeply in love with each other that there was no doubt that the god of love would overcome the god of death.
This must be a prank by some boring bastard. Tracy's heart was filled with anger.
"It's true, you better come as soon as possible."
“… …”
The phone was broken, and So was Tracy's train of thought. She felt dizzy, not knowing in which direction New Orleans was, and there was no way to look up at the roof.
The sky road from Philadelphia to New Orleans was unimpeded, and Tracy took the next flight.
