Alas, I wasn’t sent away to juvenile detention even after she was armed to the teeth with the best lawyers available, as I was too young back then.
She hated me to the point she cut ties with me and took my older sister, Angel, away, abandoning me.
Thinking about it, I sobbed, though no tears came.
On the other hand, the assistant was baffled by her words. Then, she said, “She was young back then. Maybe she has changed…”
My mother’s face twisted in disgust as she spat, “She was born evil. I should’ve strangled her to death the moment she was born. They are both my children. However, Angel is a sweet girl, while she is a menace.
“Honestly, who knows when she’ll get a sudden fancy to go after Angel.”
With that, she dismissed the topic and turned on the camera as she began examining the photos.
The image showed my corpse, a gruesome scene with blood splattered around. My face and fingers had been melted with acid, rendering me unrecognizable. My body was severely decomposed and gnawed by rats.
Officer John was conducting a preliminary assessment.
“The victim’s face and fingerprints were destroyed. She had wounds across the chest and injuries from a fall. We suggest that the cause of death was the sharp wound.”
My mother crouched and jotted down the notes on her notebooks with one hand holding the camera.
Officer John approached her and sighed. “This is a severe case, Ms. Elina. We’ll release details once there’s progress. I’ll call you then.”
He frowned and looked slightly uneasy. “This was likely done by someone who knew the victim well. After the victim boarded the Ferris wheel, someone cut the power and trapped her up there.
“She had to break a window to escape. I don’t even know how she managed to climb down. She was a strong girl. It’s a shame she didn’t survive.”
The other reporters inhaled sharply upon hearing his words.
They couldn’t imagine what kind of deep-seated grudge could drive someone to kill a girl so cruelly.
“She was discovered far too late. She had been dead at least a week.” My mother sighed pitifully.
When I heard her words, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would feel regret if she knew it was me who’d died.
At the same time, she continued to look through the photos.
She froze when she flipped to one of the photos.
