fifteen and she was not yet eating since afternoon. Jayda was used to skip her meals, but skipping her meals and thinking not just about her novels drained her even more. That damn murder incident added a size on the bags under her eyes.
“Should I cook and eat?” she asked to herself as she tasted the pencil as if it belongs in the food pyramid.
A two-thousand words for the past 9 hours as an addition in the current episode of her novel was worst. Jayda’s head was really preoccupied.
Right. The killer... it could be a man or a woman, Jayda had thought before she stood up.
“Ugh! This is driving me crazy!” she hissed as she picked up her phone.
After browsing it for a minute only to learn that Faris hadn’t drop any messages in her inbox since the day after the murder incident, she threw
