| emma’s pov |
Watching my mother place the last of our things in the car somehow saddened me. I’ve lived in this place my whole life; it was hard to leave just like that.
I’ve made so many memories and met people who’ve changed me. It was just sad that that was the reason why my father died.
I loved my family so much, and I’m sure she loved hers, too. Why can someone just come and kill people like that? Moreover, a father?
“She was easily ruined by love,” Vicky’s words rung in my head.
Sighing, I put my bag inside and was about to go in when I heard the faint call of my name from somewhere.
“Emma, someone’s calling you,” my mother informed, pointing at someone behind me from the driver’s seat.
It was Vicky; she was panting and trying to move faster, but with her old age, it was d
