Vanessa had just sent Willow away when Luna's phone rang. Both of them sat on the chair and prayed that Anne was alright while looking in the direction where Willow left.
It was John calling Luna's phone.
"Is everything alright?" Once the call connected, Luna anxiously asked, "Did you find Anne?"
"Yes." John's voice sounded…cold on the other end of the line. "Anne is dead."
Luna's blood froze upon hearing this information. She grasped the phone so tightly that her hand shivered. Tears poured out of her eyes, and her voice quivered as she said, "John, is…this some kind of joke?"
"Do you think I'd make such a joke with you?" snarled John. "When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said Anne had lost too much blood and that we were too late. There was no use saving her anymore.
"Remember this, Luna: Anne's death is on you."
If Luna and Joshua did not choose to return, and if Luna did not insist on going shopping…
If Luna was not curious about what Jacqueline and James talked about…
None of this would have happened.
He looked at his wife's cold dead body, and all there was in his mind was hatred. He hated Luna, Joshua, Jacqueline, and Willow.
He also hated Vanessa. He hated everyone involved in Anne's death.
Sammie, their daughter, had just turned one. They should have been living for a wonderful future ahead of them!
Everything changed. The simple happy life he looked forward to was gone.
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