"My mom was a chief police officer. I was only 13 years old when she passed away."
Annabelle blinked, and tears rolled down her cheeks. On the other side of the room, Richard clenched his fists at the mention of Annabelle's mother. His worst wound, pressed without warning.
"My mom died in an encounter with the underworld mafia. She was shot... so many bullets in her body... mercilessly. When they found her, she still had her gun in her hand. She was fighting until her last breath. I saw her like that... I can't forget it, not even now."
Her voice cracked as she explained the reason behind her trauma. Tears streamed as memories of her mother consumed her.
Richard turned away with a stern face, red-rimmed eyes. But Annabelle, lost in her sorrow, failed to notice his reaction.
His breath
