Natalia
Cardan approaches the lifeless body, then carefully, he lifts the man's hand up, his brows furrowed in concentration. He shakes his head, “He’s been dead for a while,” The declaration is terse, his voice measured, his face is carefully impassive.
I’m still reeling from the shock, but I make myself step forward, tentatively approaching the bloated corpse, I try to hold in a shudder, as I take in his disfigured features. The shriveled skin, which breaks off in patches, float about in the murky water. His eyes are wide open but unseeing, his water logged neck has a red mark in a circle around it. He was strangled before he was finally drowned. Such an unfortunate end for anyone to have. “He’s been dead for roughly a week now.” The realization settles like a heavy weight in my ches
