PROLOGUE
The fan whirred with a slight whine, re-distributing the cool air flowing out of the AC vent.
There was a bedside clock next to the bed and the hands glowed in the dark showing 4.12 with AM blinking next to it.
He lay on the bed with his hair tousled and falling all over his young handsome face. Disturbed by the new sounds in the room, he moved his position but went back promptly to sleep with his hands thrown up above the pillows and that’s exactly how he died.
His hands came up and tried to shake off the grip that was pressing the pillow firmly on his face. But his sleep-addled mind and body could not cope with the incessant pressure.
As life slowly ebbed out of his body and he realized that death was inevitable, his thoughts went hurriedly to his new young wife. He wondered sadly about her.
