Nora appreciated her life, but felt something was wrong, something that needed to be taken apart and examined. How was it that she was so blessed? A husband who matched her so perfectly. Three sons who were never sick, never gave trouble, and were so perfect?
Before she could analyse her life, it was gone.
All of it, gone.
Trevor and their three boys, dead, vaporised, in an explosion.
It was impossible, it couldn’t be happening. But it was. It did, and Nora went insane, screaming unable to think, to breathe. Then she became a vegetable. Her parents didn’t know what to do, and had her placed in a home for persons who were in a similar condition.
Day after day Nora sat, thinking that she had been too happy, so was being punished.
Day after day, she sat, staring into nothing.
Days became weeks.