Mistaken Grief

Valerie pushed through the crowd like she'd lost her mind. The ground was littered with crushed, twisted objects. A string of prayer beads had rolled into the rubble, beads cracked and scattered everywhere.

And there, on the body, so mangled by the heavy machinery, it was almost unrecognizable, was Nolan's jacket, soaked through with stains. The sight made Valerie's heart freeze.

"Nolan!" Crawling