C87 Chapter 87: For You

< Shirley >

I hunched over the window seat of my former bedroom, staring at the rain hitting the thick glass, tears whirling down my cheeks.

The sky was murky and cloudy as if it was mourning like me. I could see specks of blue lights from the second floor, the sirens going off without any restraint, constantly reminding me that a murder had occurred downstairs—the murder of my mother