The torn up tissue in my hand blurred out of focus as my eyes filled with tears and I felt my chest tighten and my throat close up a little.
It wasn't about Nora anymore, or Blake, or the storm, or the car breaking down, or the fact I this Monday seemed to be cursed.
I was sat here on the other side of the country to everything I had ever known, and whoever had killed my family was still out there. They were free to do the same thing again, and until they were found I would never truly be safe myself.
I had to live here in this new life that I hated because of this person, and I had to trust that there really were people working hard to find them and bring my family the justice they deserved.
I wasn't updated about what was going on, and if Brooke was being told anything she wasn't sha
