I felt myself falling backward, the room spinning before everything went dark. The last thing I saw were Sydney’s lifeless eyes staring into nothing.
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Two days later
Rose’s POV
Police Station
The station smelled like old coffee and wet paper. Phones rang from every corner, and officers hurried across the tiled floor. I sat on a hard chair in front of two detectives, my fingers trembling.
“Ma’am, did Sydney have any enemies?” one of them asked, pen poised above his notepad.
“No,” I whispered, staring down at my shaking hands.
I could still see it ... the explosion, the flash, her face. My best friend. Gone.
“You mentioned a letter before the incident,” the other detective said. “What was that about?”
There was a silence like I knew what that letter was about
“I… I’m not su
