St. Petersburg Florida Friday Night
Mar. 13th, 2009 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billy"Anastasia is dead." That was all that the message said. Billy was too busy being shocked and dismayed at the news to hope that his father had not been able to trace the message.
The Baroness was dead. But, she'd been pregnant! His own children from the future had told him that she was alive! How...
Billy sank into his chair, his knee giving out. The Baroness had practically raised him. Despite every up and down in their relationship he'd often thought of her as almost a surrogate mother.
And now his father had murdered her. Well, he couldn't quite be surprised.
The Baroness was dead. But, she'd been pregnant! His own children from the future had told him that she was alive! How...
Billy sank into his chair, his knee giving out. The Baroness had practically raised him. Despite every up and down in their relationship he'd often thought of her as almost a surrogate mother.
And now his father had murdered her. Well, he couldn't quite be surprised.
