Sandra sank into the couch cushions in the living room at Edna Guthrie's house. She closed her eyes as if to try and silence the earth shattering screams that were like shockwaves going through her body.
Seeing her Aunt come home made her body go numb. When the detectives discovered who had arrived they immediately escorted them both next door. Sofia knew it had to be bad judging by the look on Sandra’s face.
Sandra was young and by appearance let everyone believe that she could handle anything. She made it her responsibility to protect her sister. She thought about her father and what happened when her mother died. All of the emotions from that day came crashing down on her with the sound of her Aunt's voice.
“I WANT TO SEE MY HUSBAND!” Sofia screamed over and over again. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she collapsed on the floor. "I need to be with him.”
“I understand, but I cannot allow you over to your house right now. I need you to try to calm down…” Sandra heard the detective say. She heard them talking, but she didn’t have the strength to listen. They were explaining how the house was a crime scene? How they should find somewhere to stay for the night? It was all too surreal. How could this be happening? She felt sure that she was having a terrible dream and that in any minute she would snap out of it.
“Anna” She whispered. “Where are you?"
“Sandra! Detective Edgar is talking to you” Sofia shouted.
“Sorry. I am just thinking about Anna and my father. I don’t know what-”
“Your father is the reason this is happening. Because of him my husband is dead!” Sofia shouted.
“Please Mrs. Martin. This is not going to help. We need all the information that we can get right now. I know this is difficult but it is important. Sandra can you tell me anything else about what you saw when you got home?” Detective Edgar asked.
Sofia was pacing and suddenly stopped. She turned and looked into Sandra‘s eyes. She saw the same look Sandra had when she pulled up. “When…she got home?” She asked. “Sandra…When did you get home? Did you…?” The words just couldn't make it out of her mouth.
“Yes Mrs. Martin. Sandra was the one that called the police. When she came home from school she discovered your…” He knew he didn’t need to finish the sentence.
Sofia sat down on the couch next to Sandra. She took her hand and then laid Sandra’s head on her shoulder.