Chapter 145 Shock

• Melissa
• She was crying, sobbing brokenly as she drove, the wheels spinning crazily as she shot off down the road. Her sons were silent. Little Jack was sitting like a statue carved in marble, white-faced and trembling. He had seen Zita kill Sally before his eyes. After the trauma that he had suffered, this was all he needed, she thought as she sped down the road. The rains had begun crazy Hollowford weather, thought Melissa bitterly.
• The rain was pouring onto the ground in pailfuls. She kept driving, praying that there was enough gas in her little car.it had been a while since she drove to town in her little Mini. Tristan generally preferred to get her to use his sedan although she felt a little inhibited as she sat behind the large vehicle.