"To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century... I told him that I didn't want to go. I told him it was a bad idea. I'm not saying I'm psychic, but sometimes I just get these feelings and I've learned that my intuition is rarely wrong. He always laughs when I say it... but just look at what happened, I mean we were just sitting here eating our dinner when there was this loud bang and a flash of light and all of a sudden everything around me was on fire and I was flying through the air and I couldn't see him any more and now he's dead." Cassandra's voice broke off into sobs.
"And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen," says the reporter to the camera, but it feels like she is talking to me. "Cassandra Craven, an eyewitness, a victim to the horrible tragedy that you see unfolding behind us. Our coverage will continue with a new bulletin from Chief Johnson momentarily. As you can see behind me" - she waved her hand, and the camera panned a dark and fiery scene, with caution tape and firemen and police officers swarming like ants - "A bomb of some kind seems to have been deployed at the Galleon Ballroom tonight..."
The reporter keeps talking, but the words fade as a roaring in my ears pushes out all other sounds. Peter is dead? My brother is dead, and I'm finding out from a news report on the stupid television. I don't believe it but I know it's true because there is Cassandra, his wife, on the news report with singed eye brows and burned clothes and I knew they were going to a dinner party at the Galleon tonight.
I know her and her feelings and her feelings are always right and now Peter is dead and I will never be able to tell him thank you for all of the times that he hugged me when he couldn't find the words to say.
I collapse on the floor in front of my couch and wish for unconsciousness, but the blacking out that seems to come so easily in books and movies doesn't happen to me. My hands are trembling so much that I can't seem to find my phone but all I can think it that I have got to call Cassandra.
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