"Why are being so dramatic? There were no casualties in the bomb blast and since when did you become an humanitarian?" I teased, as I was unable to understand her hysteria. 

"Not blast, accident, your dad!" 

I turned and gasped as the news had moved from the coffee shop tragedy to another one and the first thing I recognized was the car missing in the garage. 

"That's. Dad's. Car," I said word for word as I feel back into the chair with my eyes following the words in the screen and my ...