Saturday, 8th February. Bianca was back home after a grueling three months. She had missed the Miami atmosphere so much, it had almost made her forget the skeletons she'd packed along in her backpack, from New York. Her life had changed drastically over the last six months, and she doubted she would be able to overcome the haunting memories she had made in that house and return to being the her she was before it all happened. She wasn't the same person, even her surname had changed, she was now not a Bianca Lewis, but a Bianca Clayton. She carried the name of the man she despised and abhorred with every fibre of her being.
The man she'd killed and left to rot on the floor.
The man that had completely changed the course of her life.
13:15pm.
They should have discovered
