SECOND MURDER
“Death,” she murmured.
She was getting ready to leave for work next morning checking herself in the mirror. She used to think she was pretty enough before dating Harry, but the common notion that beautiful girls get everything they want, put her to conclude that she was not a part of that category.
She surfed the internet quite late last night and got to know that the death card did not actually have any adverse implications. It meant purification and rebirth. Flora peeked in her room.
“You are ready?”
“Yes.”
“All right, we are going to the police station.” Her hairs were uncombed, and she quickly tied them in a bun.
“I have not done the breakfast.”
“It’s okay. We will get something on the way.”
She dreaded the whole way going to the police station in Flora’s tiny fi
