Imprisoned | Reformed series book 1

Chapter One

Dear Tille,
I know you're dead and it pains me greatly, I was the one who found your lifeless body, I was horified to see that someone would do such a thing, to you, nonetheless. I have no doubt you'd be horified too if you saw your mangled body. When I found you, your lifeless eyes were staring right through my soul, into the nothingness beyond. Is heaven real, I want to ask you, because there is no doubt you're meant to move on to the heavens above and find your older sister. Dear Tille, just a few hours after I found you, police found me on my knees at the clearing where I found your body, right next to it, I was weeping over you, but they assumed it was me that killed you. They took me to prison. Tille? Who? Who was it that killed you? I wish you could tell me. You didn't deserve to die that way. You deserved to die from old age, surrounded by your children, grandchildren and other loved ones. Not the way you did. You're too sweet to die the way you did. The police blamed me for your death and the disappearance of four other girls and a boy, I'm not sure of their names, but from the pictures I was shown I think I've met them. I think I took them under my wing for a few years too. They grew up. They grew up and they left me alone, I wasn't much older than them at any time, you were the youngest. All the other children I had taken under my wing had been close to my age, they were like younger siblings. You, you were like my daughter. You were the one I held the most dear. I don't think there's any way for me to fill the void that appeared in me once I saw your body. I know I repeat that I found you many times. I'm just not over the fact that I've lost you. Tille, dear, I love you as if you were my own flesh and blood. I love you, Tille. Always.

Immense love and gratitude,
Tuni