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Late Night: Part 1



Tim looked at his phone and sighed. It was almost midnight and Kate still wasn’t home. She’d been working late a lot recently but not this late. He laid back down on the couch and felt his eyes close as he tried to pay attention to the news.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Tim’s eyes flew open and he looked around, still partially asleep.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Now fully awake, he glanced at his phone- he’d slept for almost two hours. He stood up and walked to the door. Looking through the peephole, he saw two policemen waiting on the stoop. He opened the door hesitantly.

“Can I help you, officers?” Tim asked, standing in the half open doorway.

“Are you Tim Schultz? And your wife is Kate Schultz?” The obviously oldest officer of the two stood closest to him, while a younger man held back a few steps.

“Yes, that’s me, and my wife. Is something wrong?”

“I’m Officer Wright and this is Officer Scott. Sir, we have some bad news for you. It’s about your wife. She was in an accident. We believe she was speeding and lost control of the vehicle. She was air lifted to St. Joseph’s but unfortunately she was pronounced dead on arrival. We’ll need you to come down and officially identify the body.”

“I…Are you sure? You’re sure it’s Kate? Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. You’re sure it’s her?”

“We’re sure. Her purse was found in the wreckage. Her license was in it.” He put a hand on Tim’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. “Take a deep breath, son. It’ll be alright. You don’t have to come with us right now. Take the night to rest and come down to the hospital in the morning. ”

“Ok. Ok. Thank you, officer.”

“Here’s my card. Give me a call if you need anything, I’m on duty the rest of the night. It’ll be alright. We’ll be there when you get to the hospital.”

“Ok. Thank you…”

“Try to take it easy, son.”

“Thanks…” Wright looked like he might say something else but Tim shut the door before he did. He stood there staring at the wooden door frame, listening as they walked away. And for another few minutes after he heard the car leave. Finally, he turned and stumbled to the couch with his head in his hands.

But he lifted his head at the sound of the shower turning off, realizing that he hadn’t noticed that it was running. He turned as the bathroom door opened and Kate stepped out, toweling off her hair.

“Sorry for not waking you when I got home. Who was at the door?”

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