Jade was standing at the balcony of my apartment looking at the stars in the sky. Her face was pleasant and gone was the sad eyes I saw weeks ago when she was still finding justice for her father. I know she's still mourning after Uncle Patrick's remains were cremated a day ago. But I know she felt that contentment now because her Aunt Greta was already put to a mental institution and Dad had asked for an apology and promised to leave the town for everyone's peace. Mariz lives with her boyfriend now because Jade's house brings painful memories to her. This morning, Jade also decided to get some personal things from her house and brought a box of her father and grandmother's things from the dungeon.
"What were you thinking?" I wrapped my arms around her waist and looked at where her
