Chapter 53

Home...

That feeling of having a safe place, where you can always go, where you are safe, where that bed is that you adapt perfectly to after years of use.

That place no longer exists for me.

I no longer felt part of anything, as if all my ties and connections had vanished that night and I was left to wander, floating without anything to hold me down to earth. My only solace had been Jasmine, my grandparents, and the only people I had met here, but now I had to doubt those small relationships I had created.

Because there was a murderer among them.

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

How was that fair?

After losing everything, I should be able to enjoy these new relationships without having to doubt everyone. What kind of life was this?

I felt the need to confront the killer and ask him: What more do you want from me? You've taken everything, you've left me broken; isn't that enough?

Maybe it wouldn't be enough for him until I was dead.

My mind kept analyzing them all over and over a