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waylostandfoundThe hotel ballroom looked lovely. Chandeliers everywhere, red, white, and blue bunting and decorations. It was a good sized crowd. Some of the elite of New York's society was here. So many public officials, CEOs of major companies and corporations, and more.
Nathan chatted pleasantly with some of the people. At nine-thirty, he was to give a speech. But that was an half-hour away.
"Of course, ma'am. I have every intention make sure the energy demands for our district are being met. It's crucial," he replied to one supporter. Times like this.
He then looked over as his wife waved to him.
"Excuse me a moment."
He then headed over to her. Looking gorgeous as always, dress, and hair perfect.
It was only the wheelchair that took away from the image. And the sight continued to stick him in the gut. Because he caused that.
Heidi then said to him, "I thought we agreed that I would be accompanying you to these functions."
He smiled at her, "Of course, you are." He leaned down to give her a brief kiss.
She wasn't buying the charm entirely, "Then why are you leaving me in the corner? We both know you need this."
He sighed, and nodded, "You're right, you're..." He trailed off. His breathing seemed much faster, and his heart rate was up. Why?
His wife touched his arm in alarm, "Nathan? Are you all right?"
Nathan waved her hand away, but still seemed confused. Felt like he was running a marathon all of the sudden. That was strange.
"One moment," he said, giving her another reassuring smile, and started to the rest room. Just needed to splash some water on his face. He was tense about the election. That's all.
The water was cool on his hands and face. He lifted his head up to look at himself in the mirror.
But for a brief moment, he thought he saw Peter there. Face bloodied, eyes empty.
"Nathan..." He thought he heard his brother say, but when he blinked. It was just his own reflection staring back.
What the hell? Peter?
The time was 9:12pm. 8:12 in Odessa, Texas at that moment.
Nathan chatted pleasantly with some of the people. At nine-thirty, he was to give a speech. But that was an half-hour away.
"Of course, ma'am. I have every intention make sure the energy demands for our district are being met. It's crucial," he replied to one supporter. Times like this.
He then looked over as his wife waved to him.
"Excuse me a moment."
He then headed over to her. Looking gorgeous as always, dress, and hair perfect.
It was only the wheelchair that took away from the image. And the sight continued to stick him in the gut. Because he caused that.
Heidi then said to him, "I thought we agreed that I would be accompanying you to these functions."
He smiled at her, "Of course, you are." He leaned down to give her a brief kiss.
She wasn't buying the charm entirely, "Then why are you leaving me in the corner? We both know you need this."
He sighed, and nodded, "You're right, you're..." He trailed off. His breathing seemed much faster, and his heart rate was up. Why?
His wife touched his arm in alarm, "Nathan? Are you all right?"
Nathan waved her hand away, but still seemed confused. Felt like he was running a marathon all of the sudden. That was strange.
"One moment," he said, giving her another reassuring smile, and started to the rest room. Just needed to splash some water on his face. He was tense about the election. That's all.
The water was cool on his hands and face. He lifted his head up to look at himself in the mirror.
But for a brief moment, he thought he saw Peter there. Face bloodied, eyes empty.
"Nathan..." He thought he heard his brother say, but when he blinked. It was just his own reflection staring back.
What the hell? Peter?
The time was 9:12pm. 8:12 in Odessa, Texas at that moment.
