"Why are being so dramatic? There were no casualties in the bomb blast and since when did you become an humanitarian?" I teased, as I was unable to understand her hysteria.
"Not blast, accident, your dad!"
I turned and gasped as the news had moved from the coffee shop tragedy to another one and the first thing I recognized was the car missing in the garage.
"That's. Dad's. Car," I said word for word as I feel back into the chair with my eyes following the words in the screen and my ears barely catching what was going in around me.
A drunk truck driver had run into dad's car and they collided head on.
The trunk driver died on the spot, but they don't know about the other driver who was rushed to the nearest emergency hospital.
"Dad," I called out as I felt my dress being dragged
