one.
Her foot tapped nervously against the base of the piano as she gazed out the window. 2:13. Nathan said not to leave the house until 5:13…it would take them 20 minutes to get to the airport, which would make them arrive right as his plane flew in. Three more hours… write a song, Haley. She glanced down at her notebook and saw that she had unconsciously written the word "Waiting." Genius title, rock star, she deadpanned. She just couldn't concentrate on anything else. God, she missed him. Her husband had been across the country for the past two weeks, and it would only be three more hours before she could feel his touch, look into his eyes…
A knock at the door shook her out of her trance. Nathan? Her heart leapt. No, still three hours. She opened the door, shocked to see a policeman standing in their doorway. "Mrs. Scott?" he asked.
"Can I help you?"
"I hate to tell you this, ma'am, but there's been an accident."
Haley's knees threatened to buckle and she grasped the wall as she asked in a shaky voice, "What kind of accident? What happened? Is it Nathan?" She prayed for a no. Say no, say no, say no.
He hung his head. That was not a good sign. He spoke quietly. "I'm so sorry. The plane your husband was on crashed due to a failed engine." Pause. "There were no survivors." A sharp intake of breath. And then everything went black.