Supernatural Case Files

3 Dollar Ticket

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Chapter 5

Tyler was sad from what Danielle had to speak about her daughter, his speech made him quite vulnerable at it's best.

It was the 6th photograph from the row and that portrayed her dressed as a duty cop.

With all the pictures that slid one after the other and at the end of the screen, Tyler could read the rest in peace message along with her birth day to death day.

She was just the age of 23 when she  had succumbed to this horrible fate. Her death;

Tyler could never handle any of those words. He cried and his tears too drooled away. This moment, he felt as if he was screaming from inside, screaming out that he needed help. But in his silence he was the only one. He tried looking around to find Wynn and all the others he could rely on but in the end, he found himself lonely listening to Danielle's speech.

I am overwhelmed with the response I could gather today, the people who just wished to be a part of our sufferings. I love your support and your encouragement that you offered so I could continue with what my mind has to offer.

Meet Enumaki and Fugaku, who have sadly succumbed to a similar fate as I, just as my only daughter, they have lost their only daughter as well.

I feel intensely overwhelmed by the fact that they were still dozens of kids carcasses that could be randomly gathered when they had mixed them all with some animal flesh.

There might be several who died of the drug abuse they created amongst youngsters and few who chopped them to pieces only to circulate.

I am thankful of Dr Quinton, who made these everything possible with her remarkable reach with forensic and therapeutic science.

Umber's eyes were brighter ash during her childhood that dulled down as she grew. Tyler noticed this just away. Her toddler's eyes that were remarkably wider and oval.

Let's talk good at least, how could we not forget her ambition she carried quite well with her youth and everything.

She was the best girl for me, at least when I stayed with her and her eyes reflected her passion, her standard to how she wished she spent her life till the proper 30's.

She was everything that I wished my child to have even tho she was not perfect with anything. She was not just living for wealth. If her life revolved around the wealth, we had plenty of it and yet she became an independent identity of her own.

I was a faulty father, so was Caroline the same as me, we neglected our only daughter's childhood. We together were so work occupied that we now barely share any memories after her saddest demise.

I worked in the navy and she worked with the marines and we neglected our daughter altogether but growing older she had proved to us her worth.

Umber, for I know my daughter was too polite at speech, she worked harder to succeed. I loved how Joycee raised her this polite and effective.

Even tho, Noid Joycee, her nanny whom she called her mother. Joycee could never show up today knowing that this day could be the memorial day for the kid she raised.