Sarah's scream pierced the night air, shattering the silence. She shook Juke's lifeless body, pleading for him to wake up. But his eyes remained blank, his skin cold to the touch.
Panic set in as she dialed 112, her hands trembling. The operator's calm voice was a stark contrast to Sarah's hysteria.
"Please...my husband...He is not moving", Sarah stammered.
"Ma'am can you try to check his pulse?", the operator asked.
Sarah did as asked and the fact was now brought into full manifestation, "There's no pulse...No! No! No! He can't be dead he is just probably still sleeping or its just one of his practical jokes. Juke c'mon wake up now it's not funny anymore get up. Please"
"Ma'am I'm sorry. The police and paramedics will arrive there as soon as they can just please make sure you don't touch the body anymore", the operator directed.
The next hours blurred together. Police sirens wailed outside, and officers flooded the house. Sarah's children, Jamin, Lisa, and Favour, were awakened by the commotion, their faces etched with confusion and fear.
Sarah's world crumbled as she watched the paramedics confirm Juke's death. The officers' gentle questions and sympathetic expressions only added to her anguish.
How could this be? Juke was vibrant, full of life, just hours ago.
As the night wore on, Sarah's thoughts fragmented. Memories of Juke, their laughter, and their family's happy moments clashed with the harsh reality.
The police took statements from the children, and Sarah's instincts kicked in. She needed to protect them from the horrors unfolding around them.
"Mom, what happened to Dad?" Favour asked, her voice trembling.
Sarah forced a calm tone. "We don't know yet, sweetie. But we'll find out."
The officers exchanged somber glances. Sarah sensed their unspoken questions: Was this a murder? An accident?
As the sun began to rise, casting an eerie glow over the chaotic scene, Sarah's thoughts turned to Juke's mysterious phone calls and secretive behavior.
Did his secrets lead to this?
The investigator, Detective Blaine approached Sarah with a gentle demeanor.
"Sarah, I know this is difficult, but can you tell me about Juke's last days? Any unusual occurrences?"
Sarah hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Detective Blaine's kind eyes put her at ease.
"He received strange calls," Sarah began, her voice barely above a whisper. "And he was acting...different."
Blaine's expression turned thoughtful. "We'll look into it."
As the detective continued questioning her, Sarah's mind wandered to Juke's final words:
"I love you, Sar."
Now, those words seemed like a goodbye.
The days following Juke's death blurred together in a haze of grief and arrangements after they had arrived back home. Sarah felt numb, her emotions oscillating between overwhelming sadness and surreal detachment.
Sarah sat in the funeral home's quiet office, surrounded by somber-faced staff. They guided her through the tedious process of planning a farewell for the love of her life.
"Casket selection, Mrs. Watkins?" the funeral director asked.
Sarah's eyes welled up as she browsed the catalog. Juke would want something simple, elegant.
"This one," she pointed, her voice cracking.
The director nodded sympathetically. "We'll take care of everything."
Sarah's children, Jamin, Lisa, and Favour, entered the office, their faces pale.
"Mom, do we have to pick out clothes for Dad?" Jamin asked, his voice trembling.
Sarah hugged them tightly. "We'll do it together."
They chose Juke's favorite suit, the one he wore on special occasions.
As they left the funeral home, Favour clutched Sarah's hand.
"Mom, will Dad be in heaven?"
Sarah's heart ached. "Yes, sweetie. He'll be watching over us."
The day of the funeral dawned gray and misty, mirroring Sarah's mood. The church filled with friends, family, and colleagues from Juke's firm.
Sarah's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Detective Blaine sat in the back, his expression somber.
The eulogies began, each speaker sharing stories of Juke's kindness, generosity, and devotion to his family.
Sarah's turn arrived. She stood at the podium, her voice shaking.
"Juke was my rock, my partner, my best friend. He loved us unconditionally..." Tears streamed down her face as she spoke of their life together, "He was the only one who loved me even though I was a freak."
The children placed roses on Juke's casket, their small hands trembling.
As the service concluded, the pallbearers carried Juke's casket out of the church. The misty rain turned to gentle raindrops, as if the sky itself mourned.
The cemetery's quiet tranquility enveloped the mourners. Sarah clutched her children's hands, her eyes fixed on Juke's casket.
The minister's final words faded into the distance as Sarah whispered her own goodbye.
"I love you, Juke. Forever."
The casket lowered into the ground, and Sarah felt a piece of her heart sink with it. As they walked away from the grave, Detective Blaine approached.
"Sarah, I am sorry for your loss but I need to ask you something," he said quietly.
Sarah's instincts prickled. "What is it?"
"You suffer from memory loss, don't you? Where is your notebook?"
That question caused a slight headache to her because she also began wonder where her notebook was.
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BIPOLAR
Mystery / ThrillerSarah, a young detective in her twenties began to develop traits of being bipolar. She was unfortunately forced to step down from her position, she eventually got married and had three kids but things got worse when her disorder began to manifest co...
