Good evening, sir. Are you Owen Turner?” the officer asked, his voice steady yet carrying the weight of an unspoken urgency.
“Yes, that’s me. Is there a problem, officer?” Owen’s earlier bravado evaporated, replaced by a cold shiver running down his spine.
“I’m afraid there’s been an accident,” the officer said. Each word seemed to grip Owen’s heart tighter. “Your wife, Grace…”
Owen’s mind raced, leaping to the worst conclusions, the ones he couldn’t bear to entertain. “What happened to Grace? Is she okay?” His voice wavered, a stark contrast to the anger that had filled it just moments before.
