There's so many positive 4 letter words:
Love
Like
Hope
Care
Life
Then there's negative:
Hate
Evil
Dead
For once in her life Desdemona wanted to hear negative. The word in itself: Negative. Instead she heard positive. Her whole world came tumbling d...
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Driving across the New Jersey bridge, it feels like everything moves in slow motion. For a split second I almost forget I'm driving as I check back in from daydreaming. I look over at my sister, Miranda, who sits in the passenger seat rambling about nothing important. My mind's too consumed by the fact today's sentencing day for Draco and Glock. The last couple of weeks Draco had put flew by so fast and now it's time.
When I get to the Manhattan courthouse that has seemingly seen more of me and this family than anybody else, I park my Rolls Royce Dawn. Draco and Glock had to get here earlier to have one last talk with their attorneys. This morning will really be the last moment I had with him for awhile depending on the sentence the judge hands down today.
I grab my Chanel purse waiting on Miranda who walks around the car. Luckily, she's accompanying me today for support. While digging through my purse for my phone I hear my name called. I look up to see Rhea walking across the parking garage. I wasn't expecting her to come today considering everything going on in her own life...
With shock I say, "Heyyy," while hugging her. "I didn't know you were coming today."
"Of course! They're my brothers." She comes off as nonchalant and it makes me not want to ask if everything's okay.
Before I can ask her, my phone rings. I look at it seeing it's Athena. I answer to her asking, "Are you here yet?"
"Yeah, just got here. I'm in the parking garage."
"Me too." We happen to be parked on the same floor, but she's closer to the building entrance.
We all walk that way and the entire time I steal glances at Rhea. At the same time me and Miranda exchange a look. We're both thinking she's acting very normal for someone whose husband was shot by a sniper. If I was Rhea I wouldn't even leave the house I would be so scared and distraught.
