Prologue
"John!" I cried out as a stout man carrying a book and gun aimed it at my beloved husband. Ignoring my screams, the man pulled the trigger and fired. As the one and only John Lennon turned to face me, I panicked and jumped across his body, shielding him. We locked frightened eyes as the bullet pierced my back four times.
"No! Phia!" he shouted, holding me tightly.
"John…" I managed to mutter softly.
Placing me on the stairs of our apartment, he ran after the bewildered maniac, pulling him down to the ground and beating him. A police officer rushed over to me and began asking questions. His words turned to gibberish as darkness consumed my vision. The last thing my ears could detect were the cries of my love.