What If We Love Again?

gily reached for the phone, wondering who could be calling at such an ungodly hour. As I fumbled to

l. "Hello?" I mumbled, my voice still heavy with sleep. On the other end o

isdom beyond her years. Her smile, oh her smile! it lights up the room and brings joy to anyone around her. Every step she takes exudes confidence and poise. She has a kind heart that knows no bounds. Alwa

four days now, I could not

HAPPENED TO YOUR MUM? I could hear the pain in her voice. She could barely hi

her till the investigation was over. Speaking of Dexton; he would be coming back from school today and I've asked him to stay at a friend's till the investigation is over. "Oh no, Anise, you and your

r and mum throwing tantrums because she never liked the way mum made it known Dexton was her Favorite. She wanted fair game and Mum was not alway

. Each day, as I wake up. So many memories of my mum flood my mind. The s

ughter and conversations I used to share with my mum. The familiar scent of her perfume lingers in the air, bringing b

venings we spent together, sipping hot coffee and sharing stories. The softness of the motel bed reminds me of her warm embrace, a place where

s, unaware of the pain that consumed me. Their laughter and chatter,

ck home to gather the things I needed. However, I was met with a grim reality when I arrived. My home has become a crime scene. A place filled with caution tape and investigators. The once-familiar walls now

house; the crime scene where my mother was found dead. I pleaded with him, my voice filled with urgency and a desperate need to gather my thoughts and belongings. Detective Jake looked at me with a mix of empathy and caution. u

bittersweet. It was a difficult journey but in that moment, I knew I had to face the

ul remnants of the life once lived. Together, we embarked on a journey that would test our

ed as I was determined to uncover the truth. As I rummaged through the room, I knew I had to be discreet, as Detective Jake could return at any moment. With each passing second, I felt closer to finding the answers I desperately sought. My eyes scanned the familiar surroundings. And there, on the top corner of the dressing table, I spotted something that caught my attention-a flash drive. It was the same flash drive as the one I saw Mum give Kevin; the IT guy who lives downtown. Mum had documents on it that needed t