Zoey p. o. v
Like a cemetery, the surrounding air hissed with deadly silence in the car. John parked the car at a good distance from the scene, also getting a clear view of what’s going on.
I was too scared to come down from the car, too scared to find out the truth. I was being brave earlier, but right now, seeing the damages up close I fear for the outcome.
I could see the flashing lights of emergency vehicles surrounding the site, creating an eerie glow in the dark night.
Cops and firefighters were everywhere, going in and out the building carrying dead bodies out.
“Donna, I don’t think you should go there.” John advice, staring at me with sympathy, I glared at him shutting him up immediately.
They are claiming my husband is dead, and I shouldn’t go there?
I was fuming and scared at the same time.
I shakily step down from the car, my whole body has gone limp from shock. My legs buckled the minute they touch the ground, I rest against the car to support myself.
My breath were short and faster, almost as if I would lose my breath any minute. I didn’t wait to catch my breath as I proceed further.
“Donna, please.”John coming after me.
I paid him no heed, making my way to the crowd. The different group of reporters, that were crowding the place and giving reports on the situation. Scurried over to me immediately, shooting questions at me.
“Mrs Alfonso, why are you here?”
“Your husband just died, how are you taking it.”
“Is it true that Mr. Alfonso was having a deadly deal?”
“Do you know the people responsible for your husband death?”
“Is this a murder case?”
I felt light-headed from all the voices speaking on top their lungs throwing questions at me, and the flashlight from the camera as they took pictures.
There is only one thing on my mind, and that is to find my husband. All these people are least of my concern.
“Move aside.” I was able to pull out of the crowd surrounding me, Matthew and John imposing figures helped by scaring them away.
“Why the fuck did you bring her here.” I heard Matthew hissed at John.
I matched forward my heart racing with fear and anticipation. The police had sealed off the area, not allowing anyone to access to the charred remains.
I could see the flames still smoldering in the ruins beyond the police line, the acrid scent of smoke filling the air. My heart raced with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
As I approached the yellow tape, a stern-faced officer blocked my path, his hand raised in warning. “Sorry, ma’am, no one is allowed past this point.”
Matthew grunted behind, an obvious warning to the cop.
“Come in please.” He moved aside, the smell of acrid smoke in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of burnt materials, almost choked me as I rush forward.
I noticed a group of firefighters huddled together near the entrance, their faces grim and solemn. The corpses are laid out in front of them, covering in white material.
“Where is he.” I directed my question to no one in particular, I just want them to show me the person they all assumed is my husband.
“Donna please, you shouldn’t be here.” Matthew pleaded, his voice filled with guilt, like he’s blaming himself for whatever happened.
“You all are claiming that my husband is dead, which I know can’t be true. The least I can do to prove that you’re wrong is by been here and identify him, and you’re saying I should be here?” I finally snapped, the pent-up fear, and helplessness has finally relapsed.
“Tell me, where should I be then.” I hissed, I was shaking like a dead leaf, fat hot tears running down my cheeks, but I don’t care.
The only thing I care about is finding Marco.
I took in a deep breath trying but failing miserably to calm myself, I couldn’t. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. He.” I grit out, forcing the words out of my mouth.
My throat hurts from holding my back my tears, thick lumps piling up my throat.
“There.” One of the firefighters pointed to a lone corpse, away from the rest.
I wasted no time as I ran over, bending down to get a closer look. The first thing that caught my attention was the burnt ring on the corpse finger sticking out of the material.
The ring was in bad shape but it recognizable. And that ring is none other than Marco’s wedding ring, he never for a second took the ring off since we got married.
My breath stopped, for a second I forgot how to breathe.
“We did everything we could, but it was too late. The building was engulfed in flames by the time we arrived.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine, my blood running cold as I stared at the lifeless body lying on the ground before me. Panic gripped me as I realized that he could actually be Marco, and dead.
I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or even breathe as I knelt beside him, my heart pounding in my chest. Memories of him flashed through my mind, making the reality of his possible death even more unbearable.
I reached out a trembling hand to touch to remove the material hiding from everyone, hoping against hope that it wouldn’t be my Marco, that this was all just a terrible nightmare. And that they were all wrong.
But before my hand could reach him, my eyes rolled backwards as I slipped into darkness. I didn’t felt the prick of a needle to my neck until it was too late to resist.