The call

It was a normal work day, so it seemed, when I received what would soon be the worst telephone call of my life. As I answered the telephone, the voice on the other end was almost incoherent as the woman, sobbing uncontrollably, told me the news that my dear friend had been murdered at the hands of her husband. It seemed that at that moment
time had stopped and every emotion that I could possibly feel, I felt.
The anger, feeling of loss, disbelief, seemed to be all one feeling. I simply hurt and the pain enveloped me. It was in my lungs, my heart, my legs, my head, and even in my arms. Every time a breath, thought, or movement came to me, I hurt. At one moment I was crying but in an instant I was feeling rage that a man would take the life of a woman, a woman who just six short months' prior had given birth to their first child.
In disbelief, I slowly made my way to my office to try and make sense of it all. Could this woman be mistaken and this tragedy had actua...