Everything has been exposed

“What do you mean my son is dead!” The woman yelled at Detective Ernest. They were at the hospital.

Wesley glanced over at them and his eyes were puffy and red.

“Honey don’t create a scene.” The man said to her and held her in his arms.

“Don’t create a scene Moscow is dead, he’s not gonna come back to us and I shouldn’t create a scene.” She hits her fist at the tall man that was a complete replica of Moscow.

“Creating a scene won’t bring him back you got to understand that.”

“I’m just so devastated. I don’t wanna expect that he’s gone. I don’t wanna think of it, I can’t have it that he’s not with me anymore.” She cried, her hands sliding off his body. He pulled her up in his arms and made her seat down.

“Who could have done this to him.” She buried her head in his chest.

Wesley looked away from him and stared at his hands. It was still stained with blood, he hasn’t gotten a chance to wash them off.

He wiped his eyes and sniffed using the back of his hands.

“It’s all my damn fau