Jarrodâs heart raced.
He recalled the haunting nightmare.
In his nightmare, Nicole was staring at him with bloody eyesâ¦
Overwhelmed by an unfamiliar fear, the composed Jarrod grew visibly pale.
With a strained voice, he choked out, âSpeed up!â
At the Lawrence Group, a fragile figure stood by the window in the pouring rain.
Nicole, disheveled and distraught, knelt, her pleas barely audible amidst her hoarse cries.
âDad.
Please, come down⦠Donât leave mom and me⦠Please donât go.
Her voice faded into a whisper, her anguish palpable to all present.
Her actions touched everyoneâs hearts.
All the while, the fire department rapidly deployed a large air cushion.
Everyoneâs eyes were fixed on Wesson, filled with anxiety.
A firefighter, noticing Nicoleâs chapped lips and hoarse voice from prolonged crying, offered her a bottle of water, reassuring her, âMiss Lawrence, donât worry too much.
Weâre trying to reach your father.
Heâll be alrightâ¦â
Just as Nicole took the bottle and was about to express her gratitude, a scream pierced the air.
âAhhh! He jumped!â
Looking up, Nicole witnessed a dark figure plummeting.
Thump! The sound, heavy and jarring, echoed like thunder.
Her ears went buzzing.
For a brief moment, Nicoleâs heart and breath seemed to halt.
Bang! The bottle slipped from her grasp, rolling away.
Suddenly, Nicoleâs vision blurred as if the rain was overwhelming her senses.
Desperation etched on her face, she appeared on the verge of collapse.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally saw a dim Light.
âNoâ¦â Unable to speak because of the sorrow, Nicole cried as she crawled toward the gruesome scene.
The sight was unmistakable.
Her fatherâs features were beyond recognitionâ¦
She remembered choosing the sapphire blue suit and tie for him this morning.
Acting like a spoiled child, she told him, âYou look younger in this suit.
â