EIGHTEEN - Part 2

Exelle 

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"How about you go rest, Ms. Kim?" I heard Audrey's concerned voice as she handed me a cup of chamomile tea that she brewed.

I looked up at her.

Rest?

I didn't know if I could even take a rest for myself.

I knew there was a lot of work to do, and the rest seemed unimaginable at this hour. I blew a breath before sipping the hot chamomile tea, which blessed my cold stomach and nose with its fragrant aroma.

I placed the cup on the coffee table in front of me.

"It's already been a month since the funeral, but Miss, you should rest, even just for a day," Audrey repeated as she poured another batch of tea into my cup.

So, it's already been a month.

The death of my friend was announced as a closed case. I glanced at my desk where papers about my work were piled up. One of them was a white envelope placed on top of the stac