Amber Ripper had not slept the entire night.
She had lay on the bed in a room engulfed by darkness, staring at the ceiling.
It was a dark, cold night.
Her husband, Richard, was deep asleep right next to her.
How could he get sleep? She wondered. How could he manage to close his eyes and drift to slumber? She could not even afford to close her eyes for six seconds straight.
Ray kept flashing in her eyes…
The images of his dead body lingered in her head…
She had gone to see the body the previous day, alongside her husband. When she got to the mortuary, she found her son lying dead. His skin pale and cold, almost white. His eyes were staring up at the ceiling.
She froze in disbelief.
For a moment, her mind swiftly switched from the present and her whole being got immensely
