"Elizabeth Stone, you have to come with us and identify the body," Officer McKenzie told me when I finally regained consciousness at the hospital.
I mustered my strength and followed him inside the morgue. The icy air blasted on my face, sending shivers down my spine. The acrid smell of chemicals assaulted my senses.
I froze on my spot, feeling like I wasn't ready to confront grandfather's remains. Yet, I knew that I had to overcome the fear and do what I had to.
Officer McKenzie paused and beckoned me to follow him. He stopped in front of a table where a body lay covered by a white sheet. He pulled back the sheet, revealing the face of the deceased.
The corpse was beyond recognition, reduced to such a state that sent shivers into my trembling body. Feeling dizzy, I clung to the steel
