Time seemed to stand still here, seconds stretched out for eternity. The still, frigid air, pressed against her, pressing the air from her lungs.
Despite the gloom, it was peaceful, calm. Ever since she was a little girl, Clementine had always been drawn here, to this spot, it was almost as if she knew somewhere deep down that something like this would happen.
But then, how could she? No one saw this coming, not even her murderer.