LEAH
The police, a team of armed forces, arrived to inspect the body of Tamara's father. They looked scary and the way they worked made me rethink my decisions about disobeying Damien. They had us leave while Damien stayed back to answer questions.
Tamara and I went back to the art studio where she broke the news to her students.
Right now, I was not just in realization; I was also saddened; watching Tamara cry in the arms of Eloise reminded me of my mother's death. It came as a shock to us to see such a horrific death. Those murderers were cruel.
Damien walked in looking gloomy, cold, and angry. He had this air around that screamed defiance, not to be messed with.
“We have to go now.” The sense of finality hit hard. Yet I was too blinded by worry to consider it.
“What about Tamara?
