CHAPTER 92

CHARLOTTE'S POV

The past few days have been hectic. I'm either on my phone, in front of the laptop or crying in the bathroom. I haven't even spoken well to Owen since that day at the office.

I know it was hurting him but it was hurting me too as well. I was supposed to be with him today at the court. I wonder how it's going.

I took my phone to call him but I didn't know what to say or how he'd react. He's probably disappointed in me anyway.

I sighed as I dropped the phone and placed my head on my hands. Nothing was working out. It felt like I was going round and round in circles with no definite results.

The police weren't helping either. Maybe I should just give up. But I knew I would never feel at peace knowing that the person that murdered my parents was alive.

Suddenly an idea dropped in my head and I stood up, a small smile forming on my face. It seemed like it was time to visit Mr Sam again.

I had just taken my bath so I threw some clothes on and headed for the door. I pull