All her faith seems to be fading. She hangs her head down in shame. Unspeakable guilt. A feeling of missing. She just couldn’t focus on one feeling. She couldn’t. She wants her final breath to fade away as well. Zoning out, she lays back her head on the wall. Her mind tries to connect the puzzles. Everything seems to be the middle piece; missing.
“YOU?” her eyes widen. Anger and anguish shoot her blood pressure up the roof
“yeah, yell if you don’t want me to help you” she nonchalantly moves closer to Zea, crossing her hands
“after all this, why would you want to help me?”
“I felt so. As simple as that”
“how do you know about the case?”
“Your narcissistic boss is using this as a PR stunt. Your face is everywhere”
“what?! But I can’t see any camera?!”
“you know how advanced the techn
