Avery Jane, pale-faced, gripped the phone, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Demolished?
Dozens of people worked through the night?
That little building was the vessel for all her beautiful memories; how could it be demolished?
Her hands trembled as she no longer wanted to hear Evelyn speak those heart-wrenching words over the phone. Hastily dressing herself in pants, with her hair down, she dashed downstairs.
She had to return to see for herself. It was all her fault. If she hadn't crossed paths with Joshua Hughes, Wenyard Cooper's small building wouldn't have been demolished, wouldn't have been.
Stumbling and staggering down the stairs, her eyes blurred with tears, she could barely see the road ahead. She felt she was about to die. The sacred place she had always guarded in her heart had collapsed with a crash, and inside were many things: Wenyard's favorite ceramic cup for drinking, his broken glasses, his white shirt, everything of his was there.
