Hi guys! This is my entry for Sri's contest. It may be small but I just couldn't write anything more... Hope you like it. Thanks Tris for helping me once again
Grace Cahill had experienced many tragedies in her life, such as her mother's death and her father's disappearance. A lot of people had hurt her. However, nobody had warned her about the sadness and anger that would follow after his death. Her husband, Nathaniel's death.
Grace had been waiting for him to return from his business trip for over an hour, sitting in their cosy living room. She was getting worried at the moment, wondering if something happened to him. When the door bell rang, she raced to the door ready to be greeted by his handsome face. Instead, she saw no one. She was about to close the door but she noticed the thick newspaper lying on the floor.
When she saw Nathaniel's name in the first page, the woman decided to keep her cool and not burst. After some minutes, Grace was sitting, on the sofa, unable to speak.
"THE GREAT BUSINESSMAN NATHANIEL HARTFORD KILLED IN A BUSINESS TRIP IN MOSCOW"
That's what the title said. For them, he was just another famous person. For her, he was the only man she had truly loved, the only one she had trusted, the only one she had given her soul to. That was when Grace started to burst. No, she wasn't crying. She was angry. Nobody had bothered to inform her. Nobody had bothered to tell her that her OWN husband was DEAD. She had to find out about HIS death through reading a colourless newspaper! Not even her relatives called her to tell her about her own husband's death. Why? Why had this happened to her? To her who had fought for everything she had? Now, every time she'd cook his favourite food, every time she'd meet someone named "Nathaniel", every time she'd see his favourite colour, every time she'd see a happy big family, every time she'd see a married couple, every time she would sleep on the big bed that will feel empty without him, she'd remember him. Every single day she'd live in this house would remind her of him.
Just then, Grace received a call. A call that made blood in her veins freeze. Hope, her dear daughter, would have to come back from New York where she was staying for vacation with her aunt. How was she supposed to get over his … she couldn't even think about the word. She didn't even know how to break the news to her beloved daughter. How could she convince her 10-year-old daughter that she'd never see her beloved daddy again? Before the call, Grace had felt like life wasn't worth living anymore, but she knew her girl needed her. Hope needed someone strength and support to get over Nathaniel's death. And that someone would have to be her mother, Grace. She would try to keep her away from the Cahill business. Try to keep her away from the risk and the danger of getting involved with any Cahill business, whether big or small. She would grow up, get married, have children and die as a happy grandmother.
"Nathaniel… Why did you have to leave me alone so soon?" she mumbled.
After some lonely hours the door bell rang once again and a sweaty Hope appeared.
"Hello Mommy!" She shouted and sat on the sofa, making Grace frown. No! Grace thought, the last thing that matters now is my sofa.
"Hope…" she started "…your father…" she said and for the first time since she was informed about his death, Grace burst into tears that she had been holding long enough.