And then, she laughs.
A beautifully melodic sound of amusement that bubbles from her lips.
As she bares her sharp teeth, the corners of her pink lips quirk on either side of her flushed cheeks.
The usual dark forest in her eyes brightens with warmth...
Recap: Nathan's/Cora's younger sister, Freya, has unfortunately passed away but the doctors and investigators are on the hunt to find out why. Nathan hasn't been feeling well meaning he's drinking more but he remembers the initials 'E.M.' engraved into Myles' mom's collarbone (she's also dead and the police are investigating); he seems to vaguely remember them. Leah comes back home from a motorbike ride to find one of her CDs on her doormat, but she doesn't think much of it.
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Leah Parker
A melancholic aura hangs around Nathan; slumped shoulders, deep eye bags, dropped posture. He's been like that for the last week ever since Freya died. Cora looks better but she has the job of taking care of her brother not vice versa.
However, I've noticed whenever Cora tries to comfort Nathan, he always pushes her away. It's like he doesn't want help or reassurance at all even though he knows he needs it. If anything, his demeanor seems colder and harsher, so much more distant.
On the other hand, Myles is getting better slowly and the poor soul has been working so hard with the police to try to find out who killed his mom. Police haven't found anything; cameras near the warehouse were all deleted somehow. There weren't any fingerprints on the body or in the warehouse.
I had moved to Whitepeaks for a new start in life and I had done my research; the area was safe and clean, and the crime rate was low. The crime rate hasn't gone up majorly but 3 deaths in the matter of 3 weeks is unthinkable.
One on the main roads, one in a warehouse, one in the victim's own home. There isn't any link. They are all different cases, different deaths. But, it's coincidental that they all happened around the same time.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I take off my seatbelt, unpack my phone, and open the notifications.
Myles
Leah, can you come over? I wanted to talk to you about something the police found about my mom.
Me Yeah, sure. Give me a few.
I let out a small sigh, pulling into 2nd gear and pressing down on the pedal as I head over to Myles' house. He barely texts me. But when he does, it's most of the time a cat meme or an emergency.
{ ☆ }
I knock a second time, my knuckles pressing harder against the oak of the door. I take a step back, patiently waiting for Myles to open the door. He's probably busy or doing something important.
Two minutes later, when the door doesn't open, a frown appears on my face, and my brows knit together in confusion. His car is parked and you can see that his lights are home so he must be home; he called me over here himself.
I slowly press down on the creaky handle and to my surprise the door is unlocked. I hesitate to open the door fully - wouldn't it be rude if I just waltzed into his house?
