Life After Death by TJ Graham

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Devastated by the death of her husband of fifteen years, Mackenzie Hill manages to pull herself up from the depths of despair, dust off her journalism degree, and soldier ahead to raise their three children alone. Three years later, with the achievement of a major journalism award, her well-adjusted children happy, Mackenzie seems to have gotten her life back on track. Inside, she represses the pangs of loneliness and longing for her husband that gnaw at her heart. At the urging of her best friend, Joel Sanders, Mackenzie makes a failed attempt to explore dating. She gives in to the flirting of Keith Wilson, an Atlanta sex crimes detective, whom himself seeks relief from the cruel reality of life and death, intersections that he must battle daily. Enter Dr. Andre Lang. Following the brutal unsolved murder of his wife and daughter, he moves to Atlanta hoping to lose himself in a new city and his work, while still struggling to conquer the memories that continue to haunt him. Through chance events, Andre and Mackenzie meet, falling head-over-heels for one another. The two of them embark on what has the potential to be the loving, fulfilling relationship that they both need, unaware that in the shadows of their bliss lurks a killer who has followed Andre to Atlanta. A killer intent on rekindling the bloody act of vengeance that had shattered Andre's world three years earlier.

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Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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without saying a word without making a sound almost without breathing, Dr Lang sat motionless with his head between his knees. His hands cupped the nape of his neck. For three days, he had not showered, shaved or slept. He wore the same blue suit, now a wrinkle distortion of its style and caused. And for three days his wife and 16 year old daughter had gone missing. Three days ago, he had come home late from his office. He saw his wife's black Mercedes parked in the garage and expected that she would be ready to continue the argument. They'd started the night before. No doubt their daughter was in her room, glued to her cell phone, oblivious. Anything else going on in the house. Instead, he found no one. Nothing left indicating where they might have been. None of his phone calls or text messages were returned. The Renault signs of forced entry or a struggle no notes signed goodbye. No witness to their departure. No friend or family member aware of their whereabouts. Silence. He immediately called the Memphis Police Department, only to be informed by an indifferent officer that he had to wait 24 hours before filing a missing persons report. That was three days ago. The police had interviewed him. The report was filed. Yet the two people that he loved the most in the world remained missing. He tried not to let his imagination to come to the horrors that could have befalling them by now, burning fear that he would catch a breaking news report leading off with two bodies found. Now, he said in the police station lobby after confronting the detective who never returned his phone calls, his anger swelled within, drowning out incessant ringing telephones and the tantrum of a toddler sitting on an old woman's lap across from him. Surely the police knew something by now, anything, he was dismissed with the standard police lines. We're doing the best we can. We feel for you. We'll call you as soon as anything comes up. In the end, they had no idea what had happened to his family. Andre wasn't convinced that they even cared. He leaned back against the dingy cinder block wall, caressing his gold wedding band. He rose to his feet and reluctantly took the somber drive home outside. He hardly noticed the crisp November air stinging his face. Thanksgiving is in three days, he thought, maneuvering his Silver Range Rover into traffic. He lamented his decision to argue with Renee over her desire to spend the holiday and Raleigh with her family. She looked forward to it, but he preferred lounging around Memphis, watching football games and eating leftovers. He shook his head and discussed. What a stupid argument he was being so selfish when all his wife wanted was to spend time with her family. She rarely saw them. Tears trickle down his face as he slammed his fist against the dashboard. He wanted to scream. Why was this happening to them? Why couldn't things be normal? Andre pulled into his driveway, terrified of the tormenting silence he knew awaited. Somehow he found the courage to make it to the front door. It was ajar. Renee is bronze heart key chain dangled in the lock, His heart Jack hammered inside his chest. Rene Zuhri yelled, flinging the door wide open. The nightmare was finally over. Rene Zuhri, he ran from room to room upstairs. They must be upstairs. He flew up the staircase, his feet barely touching, a step leading to their bedroom. He couldn't believe it. They were safely in his bed, covered by the floral comforter. Liquid relief poured from his eyes. Rene, baby, where have you been? He stroked the larger of the two silhouettes. No response, Rene. Sorry. Andre felt his knees weakened, threatening to collapse beneath him. His hands trembled. The ominous feeling that he had been trying to ignore engulfed his spirit as he slowly pulled back the cover. Oh, God! Please, God. Ah ho! Andre Dropped to his knees, lying in the bed. They're vacant. Eyes fixed on him. Was Rene the love of his life?