The lightening was crashing and the thunder was rolling as Angela Thompson stood on that bridge looking down at the river below. She wouldn't believe that he was gone. Police cars were blocking the road and the lights were flashing. She could see the railing that Mathew's car had crashed through. The witnesses said they saw him stomp his brakes and turn his wheels to miss hitting a deer. How could she accept his death when the body was never found? How was she supposed to move on without the man she loved? What if he wasn't dead after all? Would she ever find out the truth?