[63] EDGES

Aramide's fingers grazed over the picture that rested in her arms, her eyes watered with unshed tears as her bottom lip wobbled. Memories raced through her head as she tried to shush the hurricane within her.

It had been ten years now. And nothing, absolutely nothing had changed. to the whole world, she was dead, just like dared and her daughter — Aracely, but aramide had been alive and she had spent the last ten years trying to find the person who murdered her family.

    The picture frame in her hands looked old, more like something that would suit some antique museum in the south or something, it was gold-framed, and in the picture Aracely was holding Dared's hands, trying, as usual, to force the man to do something less boring, the man had just returned from work though, and playing chess with his competitive daughter wasn't what he needed

Aramide had barely shown in the photo, she remembered bursting