Prologue
Emma wandered through the woods, calling out for Tom. "Tom! Tom, where are you?" She stumbled over branches and house wreckage. Emma was starting to worry, and her worry was growing bigger by every step. She heard a scream from her left, but she continued to walk ahead, determined to find her husband. Then, all of a sudden, she was flattened by a great mass of trees. Her vision was becoming blurry, her head becoming weak, and everything went black.
Chapter One
"Dear, I'm so sorry for your loss…" Madame Rosar said to Emma, patting her shoulder solemnly. "May the Lord heal you, for you deserve it more than the rest." She added. "Thank you, Madame Rosar, oh, the funerals starting. We better get inside." Emma replied, giving her a watery smile, and opened out her cane to point herself inside.
"We gather here today to celebrate the life of Thomas Alexander James, husband, friend, relative. God brought us into this world, and out of all those soldiers out there he chose Thomas to take back up with him to heaven. Thomas was great man, and I hope that none of us forget that." The minister said. "Now I welcome Thomas's wife, Emma James, up here to speak." He gestures towards Emma, as she walked up to the podium, her hand running along the seat railing, for she had left her cane at her seat. "Thank you, Minister Adams. Thomas was a great man. He didn't deserve to die. I tried to beg him to stay before he left, even though I knew he wasn't going far. I was afraid, like my mother was for my father. I never thought I would experience that loss, but I did. Thomas…Thomas he really didn't deserve to die, and I will carry my love for him to my grave." Emma spoke, tears rolling down her cheeks. "The evening I lost my vision, I remember it so clearly. I was looking for Thomas, he had said we would meet at the bakery, near the forest, but when I arrived he wasn't there. Naturally I set out to look for him, but I didn't know about the accident until I was in the hospital. I was angry when I lost my sight, and when I lost Tom. But now, I'm just alone."
Madame Rosar puts Emma's hand on her elbow, as they walk back to the cottage. "Dear, is there anything I can do to help?" She offered, obviously doubting that Emma wasn't coping as much as she said. "That's very kind, Madam Rosar, but I promise, I'm fine. I just need is a lie down, that's all." She replied, smiling at Madame Rosar's kindness, although she could not see Rosar took out her spare key and unlocked the door, pointing Emma towards the railing. "Now dear, are you sure there isn't anything I can get you before I go home for my cup of tea?" She offered, her French accent still a little hard to understand. "Erm, if it isn't too much trouble, I wouldn't mind a cup myself." Emma asked quietly. "Of course, Emma. Let's just sit you down here and I'll go boil some water." Madame Rosar walks into the kitchen, about to put the kettle on, when a bomb siren goes off, and the house begins to rattle. "We need to get to the bomb shelter, quickly! Through the back gate!" Emma shrieked, as Madame Rosar runs in and they begin to rush towards the gate, stumbling and yelping as the sirens became louder. They reach the bomb shelter, and they both fell inside, Emma feels around for Madame Rosar, stunned with fear.