Annabelle sat in the corridor, repeatedly asking herself—there were so many bad people in this world, so why did it have to be Julissa?
She was such a simple, kind girl. She had never harmed anyone.
Maybe it was her own fate that was cursed. Otherwise, why did tragedy always befall those who got close to her?
Kendrick kissed away her tears. His lips were cold yet soft, like a gentle breeze brushing against her face.
He whispered countless words of comfort, calling her “baby,” his eyes filled with worry. It was as if he were trying to wake someone from the dead.
Annabelle wanted to take his hand, wanted to pull herself out of the swamp of guilt and self-blame, but it was like being trapped in a dead-end alley. Unless Julissa was out of danger, she couldn’t find her way out.
