Bianca turned in shock as she heard her friend, stable, strong-minded Roxanne, who had not hesitated to shoot down her brother in cold blood, scream in shock and horror.

What could be wrong? Bianca thought as she moved as fast as she could to the sideboard where the mail had been stacked neatly under Roxanne’s deft hands.

Even in her heightened state of shock, Roxanne felt her presence, knew her friend was approaching.

But her response was a little slow.

Fatally slow.

And Bianca’s jaw dropped as he glimpsed a large old-fashioned wedding invite in Roxanne’s hands.

Shaking her head in anguish, trembling and white-faced, Roxanne held it behind her...