”Why, dear Lord, must my life be so wretched?"

You cried, gesturing to the rainy sky as you stood drenched in sorrow over your daughter's,Emma imprisonment for murder and your husband's,Fred betrayal.

”If you're out there, prove it, and undo this tragedy!"

A plea, a pointing finger, and then darkness as lightning struck.

You suddenly regained consciousness, your eyelids heavy as you struggled to open them.

You staggered forward,eyes fixed on the calendar.

”2003.”