She saw his face every day. It had been with her for years.
And yet, when she closed her eyes now, all that remained was a blur of red blood.
Her soul had died on October 20th last year. The details of that night were hazy.
All she could remember was a disconnected call, blood, a crowd of people, and the growing coldness of that person's body.
Natalie's eyes filled with sorrow, nearly overflowing.
She stopped in her tracks and looked at Ethan. He turned his head as well, and their eyes met unexpectedly.
Her gaze was filled with heartbreak and devastation. The moment Ethan locked eyes with her, a heavy feeling settled in his chest.
It was the first time he had seen an emotion other than indifference on her face.
Quickly, he averted his eyes and stepped ahead, climbing the stairs fir
