Him...
Feeling the cool breeze on her skin, Heaven clutched the cardigan tightly on her body. It was almost sunset, just a few minutes after five, and she could clearly see the sun's ray setting by the horizon as she walked.
She had just finished her visit to her doctor for some vitamins, and after a couple of her tests, she was done after a few hours.
All the information and records that she needed were already transferred from her previous doctor to her new one, Dr. Walter.
He was a close friend of her father, knew each other since she was little, and it's been such a fun time to catch up with him after all this years.
Except, she wishes that the circumstances are different.
Dr. Walter was one of the few people who believed their family all those years ago. He didn't listen to the rumors, never turned his back against her father.
He was the one who took care of her father's health when she left, and he was also the one who tried his best in order to make her Mama's last days comfortable and painless.
He was a good family friend, and no words can explain how grateful she was to him.
She kept her bag close, in order to keep herself warmer. It wasn't that cold, but for some reason she was chilled to her bone. Three layers of clothing didn't help as much.
As she continued on towards the supermarket, which was just on the street across from Dr. Walter's clinic, she noticed the group of people bustling by the streets.
It was almost the foundation festival of their town, and everyone was obviously excited.
Some stores were putting up signs of SALE and Discounts, some hanging up festive decors, and she knew how the field by the town border was being prepared for the field festival.
Her father's workshop has always been a part of the festival. As a special tradition, he and his workers would make small key chain souvenirs as well as wooden sculptures to donate and give away to the townspeople. Including the church and other organization.
He'd also put up a booth where he could sell furniture and other things and accumulate the income and then donate it. He has always done so as far as she could remember. Her mother was a part of the tradition, too.
As a part of his tradition, Heaven has chosen to be a part of this year's charity.
She had already notified both Jenna and Marie that they's put up a booth next to her father's sell their pastry and desserts and donate the profit. A day's income from the cafe would also be donated, and they will also be giving out pastry baskets to the church and some orphanages.
She was excited for the festival as well.
But her worry was there still. She knew that someone was bound to recognize her and talk to her, and then they'd bring up what happened.
She wasn't ready, but she knew she couldn't hide forever. She knew that she needed to face it one way or another.
As she crossed the street, Heaven noticed the group of kids by the corner of the street, huddled up as if talking about something. Or talking to someone.
She was about to walk away, thinking that they were playing around and were messing on the street when she stopped.
It was a small, quiet sound. But she heard it. A whimper.
It came from the direction of the kids, and before she could stop herself, she was already taking walking a few steps onto their direction. And then she saw how rough their movements were, as if pushing and pulling.
