CHAPTER-77

Alex P. O. V

As I stopped beside the smokey figure I looked at the effigy that it was looking at.It was a sculpture of a man whose hands were in front of his face. Like he was trying to protect himself.Pain was evident in his expression. Its face was turned towards right, eyebrows furrowed, eyes were tightly shut, its jaw was set tightly , lips were pressed in a thin line. The hair was curly. The body was not so muscular.

The clothes were torn.The man was on his knees . His feets were bare.

The pedestal of the statue was covered in dust. I walked to the side of the grave and dusted the middle of the pedestal. Under the dust there was the name of the man and the date of the day he died.

The man's name was Christopher Miller and he was killed eighteen years ago. Looking at the statue it felt something weird inside me. There were dried leaves covering the soil of the grave.

As I touched the grave to remove the leaves I felt as if a high volt of current passed through my body. My whol