Pain

*Early that same morning.*

Aaron sat alone in his kitchen helping himself to a mango flavoured ice cream—he'd recently just learnt that was her favourite ice cream flavour.

He didn't really like it but because she did, he ate it all. He pushed the empty cup aside.

He heard a knock on the door.

'That must be Tom.' He thought.

He went over to the door to open it, already fully dressed for work but then his cell rang in his pocket. He stopped to pick the call.

"Hello?" He spoke in his usual tone.

"Mr Snow, we have terrible news." Aaron's brows furrowed slightly, otherwise, there was no other reaction on his face.

"Who is this?" He asked calmly.

"I'm Detective Peters. Regrettably, there's been a plane crash."

"It was an aeroplane on its way to London, the same plane your sister was in."

There was a pause.

"It crashed in the early hours of this morning."

Aaron was impossibly still.

When he didn't reply, the detective continued.