I screamed. I screamed and ran to the edge of the bridge and looked over.

But all I saw was the muddy, unclear, foamy water. “No. nononononono!!!” I screamed, “NOT MY BABY !!! NOT MY FUCKING BABY !!!” I felt myself climbing up over the bridge wall myself to jump in to get Melanie and Andrew only to feel Nick’s arms around my waist, pulling me back. I kicked in protest, “No!! Let me get them!! Let me!”
“No, Lorraine. Relax the police are finding them right now. Don’t risk yourself.”
“Forget myself. MY BABY IS OUT THERE NICK !!”
“Lorraine be reasonable.”
“NO!!! The police did squat when they were here before. So they won’t do anything now! Now get…your….damn…hands….off me!!!” I screeched. This frightened him enough to jump back, letting me go.

And instead of rushing back to the edge of the bridge I dropped down the the ground, sobbing hysterically.

My poor Melanie. She can’t be gone. She just can’t. God is unjust if he already took her away from me.

As I was sobbing I prayed for a miracle.