The Star’s headline sears itself into my mind, the words as sharp as a blade: SUPERMAN FOUND MURDERED AT LEXCORP.
Talk about drawing the reader in! Words like sear and sharp as a blade...chilling.
Martha's sobs echo through the phone and I catch snippets of their hushed debate. My heart clenches and I force the words out before they can say anything, barely above a whisper: "He's dead, isn't he?" The truth, once spoken, hangs heavy, a leaden certainty that shatters hope into shards.
"Lois, he's…" Martha's voice trembles barely audible through the phone.
Jonathan chimes in to help her, but his words shattering the shards of hope into dust. “Yes, Lois.” his voice hoarse. “We're sure of that.”
Martha and Jonathan are the glue that holds everyone else together with their warmth and common sense. The above indicates they need all the love and encouragement Lois can provide. Hopefully she is up to the task.
Nice touch having Perry drive her to the airport. She's right, there is nothing for her in Metropolis anymore...