“Remember that you were art long before he came to admire you, and you’ll continue to be art even when he’s gone. A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off, and the room is empty.”— Charlotte Beier
"How do you know it's- I mean, his body is fresh?" Faith asked my mom about the dead man's body we found, with curiosity laced in her words, while I stood and watched with Elwyn and his father busy playing Temple run as if an unidentified corpse wasn't discovered by us a few minutes ago.
"It's pretty simple. The dude was wearing a watch which was broken, possibly from the impact of falling on the ground." My mom was waving the shiny, expensive watch in our faces like a prize and that made me facepalm.
"Ayven, you can't do that! That's tampering with evidence!"
"But Faith,
