Prologue

Prologue

"She will die any day!" Dr.Craft protested heatedly, "We must do it approximately 24 hours before her death."

"We mustn't," Catherine protested, slamming her delicate hand on the ancient table. Her electric blue eyes were focused on her husband, Dave Craft. "Look at her!" Catherine jerked her head toward her beloved daughter who lay peacefully asleep on her bed.

Francessca's silky black hair was in a clump of disarray. Her skin was paler than the moon outside. Her plump pink lips were stretched into a lugubrious smile.

Dr.Craft watched his wife intently. Catherine's pure golden hair fell into a smooth pile right below her shoulders. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them. Her face was pale underneath the red twinges on her high cheekbones. She looked tired.

Catherine's eyes departed her daughter, and once again she looked up at her husband. Dr.Craft avoided his wife's piercing gaze, as stated matter-of-factly, "We both know it is for the best, and it shall be done in four hours."

"How could you do such a thing?" She asked her husband. Dr.Craft decided to ignore the question, as he started preparing for the upcoming event, which he had been planning for days.

Catherine sighed. A sigh of defeat. "If you succeed?" She asked.

"Then, I'm a genius." Dr. Craft replied.
"But, if you don't?" She pressed on.

Dave Craft decided to remain silent.

"Then, you're murderer," she answered her own question.

A single tear rolled down Francessca's cheek. She had heard everything.