The headline caught his eye when Jim got the newspaper left outside his door. A plane had crashed on its final descend into Pittsburgh. All twenty aboard were killed.
Jim sat at the table and began reading the article, the plane was coming from Columbus, Ohio. Panic set in when he realized Jenna, his twin sister, was on that flight. They just buried his mother five weeks ago; Jim couldn’t bear the thought of losing his sister.
Fumbling for his cell phone he scrolled to Jenna’s name and hit the green receiver icon. Stright to voice mail.
Continuing to quickly read about the crash, overcast skies and bad weather were to blame. Wasn’t it sunny, yesterday? He was sure of it.
His cell phone rang, Jenna’s name came across the screen.
“Are you all right?” without a hello.
“I’m fine, why?”
He sat down, relieved, “You still in Columbus?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll drive out to get you.”
“Okay. Why?”
“Looking at the paper, “I have to show you. You won’t believe it.”
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