The message was adorable. It made Brooklyn, who had been strolling alongside Sam as he pushed the stroller, smile. "I love you two so much," she spoke, looking between her lover and her son. They were her greatest blessings. When they arrived back home, Sam even took out his guitar to sing. That surprised Brooklyn. It felt like it had been forever since Sam last played. The chords were incredibly lovely. She watched Sam with adoration in her eyes, the same way she did when they were still children falling in love.

But then a minor chord was played, and suddenly Brooklyn's mind went back to that one fateful night.

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The headlights hadn't caused any alarm at first. Brooklyn happily drove along, excited to spend some time with her beloved friend. Her heart was still beating and her cheeks were rosy with color. It wasn't until the headlights grew closer when she started panicking.

But she was struck before she could defend herself.

Those last few moments were now in vivid slow motion after previously being vague. As the headlights approached, they suddenly [b]swerved[/b] to hit Brooklyn's car. There was a silhouette of a man in that other vehicle. Whoever he was, he intended to hit the young woman's car. He was the one to blame for her death.

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The angel's jaw had dropped and her eyes went wide as if she had seen a ghost. Who hit her, and why? Closing her mouth, she looked at Sam. He needed to know. [i]"It wasn't an accident,"[/i]  she told him through their mental link.