hat felt like the sky itself was mourning. School had just ended, and I
y didn'
ing with every step I took back and forth under the shelter. I told myself
feeling began to sink in. The school tried calli
he principal got a
oulders. One of the teachers came to me slowly, her eyes gli
t... about your parents. W
peak. I ju
ome. But it was
ople whispering under umbrellas. Yellow tape fluttered in the wind like
shouting, "It was him! That bastard D
itself into my memory l
tightly. "Oh, poor girl," she whispere
ents were murdered by men from a loan
e, staring at two plain wooden boxes. No rel
everything-was taken. Seized by the same people who
ttle I had and took
olor. No light. Just questions
y, everythi
came f
was Matthew. He signed the papers, showed t
he told me wit
that, I was no
then... that he
would shape