Cold Hearted

As I got closer I could hear them. Sirens blasting from every direction. My hands started sweating, a sickening feeling in my stomach. It was like I knew before I saw it. Smoke up ahead, now I could hardly breathe. I didn't want it to be true. Police were standing around the scene. Two cars smashed into bits, blood everywhere. I was trying to read the license plate but my eyes wouldn't allow me to. I already knew. I could recognize his navy blue truck anywhere. I was there when he got it. "No."