Time passed by relentlessly.
The clock on the wall made a ticking sound as Kathrine stared out the window, her eyes filled with sadness.
She felt her friend deserved better.
Seeing no sign of Jaylen, she sighed.
She didn’t wait any longer and directed the staff to take my body for cremation.
She said she couldn’t wait anymore.
At this point, what was there not to understand?
She would never forgive Jaylen, not ever.
After dropping Allison off at her home, Jaylen hurried to the chapel.
“What are you all doing out here in the middle of nowhere?” he exclaimed.
“I’ve been on a shooting spree for days, just wrapped up. Are you trying to kill me or what?”
He tugged at his tie as he pushed the door open.
Inside, everything had been cleared away except for my portrait hanging in the center. Seeing the large photo, Jaylen froze. “Where is Rachel?”
