Can you think of a good book title for this? Question: Prologue:
The time was 11:38am. She forced the gas pedal to converge with the floorboard of the car as the speedometer flashed by the 100mph mark. As she glanced in the rearview mirror she cringed in horror. His face’s grim expression was all she could see through the tinted windshield of the pitch black sedan. If only I had never met him, she thought, none of this would have ever happened. I would be sitting at home with my mother, father, and my sister. The thought of her family sent a glistening tear down the side of her cheek, only to realize she had loosened the pressure holding the gas pedal down. The speed had lowered from 120mph to 40mph in the few moments she had been dreaming about the day her mother told her she was pregnant with Edith, her little sister. Suddenly the window of the car shattered as a hand brutally grasped at the nape of her neck. She shuttered in fear as he turned her head, to were she saw the face of the man that murdered her family…
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In the small town of Casper Wyoming, you would never think things like this would happen. Nevaeh, the woman who was now a widow, stood at the foot of her husbands casket. Two nights ago, no I believe it was only yesterday, Nevaeh had come home from work only to find Jai, her husband, sprawled out on the floor of the living room. The doctors found no puncture wounds or any type of poison essence, but Nevaeh knew Jai hadn’t passed because of natural causes. She knew that someone, someone that Jai never told her about, someone that doesn’t live in Casper had killed him.
Even though Nevaeh wasn’t a detective, she knew when she was right. Her mother had told her long before she was married, If you never listen you’ll never learn anything, and she’d been listening alright. One of the things she’d paid very close attention to is that every night Jai got a phone call. He would answer them in the kitchen so she wouldn’t hear, but she still heard him say things like, I don’t have the money yet! I’ll get it as soon as I can! These types of things made her nervous. She knew Jai was hiding something he didn’t want her knowing. Because of this he had lied to her until his harasser became his murderer. If only he would have told her, she would have helped and he wouldn’t be laying in a casket.
Nevaeh wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared at her dress, now soaked with tears, in the mirror of her parents apartment. After the funeral the police told her she wouldn’t be able to return home until they finished searching the scene for any clues that they could’ve missed. Her mother walked in the room. As Nevaeh looked at her mother all she saw was sorrow and weakness. Jezebel, the once beautiful young woman, was now old and weak from the long years of childbearing stress, work, and tears. She turned to look at her mother as a tear slowly rolled down the apple of her cheek. Jezebel embraced her daughter as she whispered, “As one door closes another opens. Jai may have passed darling, but God works in strange ways and this has to be for some reason that will turn into something good.” All she could do was look up at her mama’s face to tell that she was telling the truth.
When Nevaeh lie in bed that night she thought about what had happened that day. Then she started to pray. “Dear Heavenly Father, I don’t know why you wished for this to happen, and I don’t understand what Jai or I did to deserve this, but please give me the strength to get through this. Amen.” She lay in her bed that night silently weeping sorrowful tears while thinking about her husband. At exactly 11:45pm she fell asleep, but at exactly 9:00pm he started watching…
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Answer:
Personal Murder
Personal Grudge
Turbulence
Tornado
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