Anna's POV
When I woke up that morning, the cloud was gloomy as if in line with the fact that the man who had taken care of me, loved me like a father even though my own parents were gone, was dead.
It was like the world was mourning him too. I lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, it felt a bit too much to handle.
Death was like a thief in the night, coming in to steak things without much consideration on how the people he was stealing from would be affected.
It hurts. Quite a lot. I had thought he would love to see my children but I guess now. He tried. 95 years. But the fact he was poisoned was what made it hurt the most.
He didn't just die in his sleep someone had poisoned him just as they had destroyed my photography studio. Everything I had built with my own hand g
