I was five. Yet I still remember my mom at the funeral, saw her getting buried. My eyes were flooded with tears. Everyone's were. I didn't understand at first, but as I grew older I began to wonder. I knew she wasn’t going to come back, I knew she was gone forever. Yet I didn’t understand why she left me alone so early? I was just 5. The day my mum divorced with dad, the dad I was left with nobody.
I remember wearing mourning clothes; with lavish black jeans and black pump shoes. My aunt was there, so was my dad, Ethan. Everyone was there. I was confused, but as I saw my mom going underground into the gravel dag below her, it was like seeing the world go black, my life turned. I panicked, unable to breathe. Dad held me tightly. And from there, I wasn’t watching onwards.
When I turned around mom was gone. Her coffin was white; its faux-silver handles and polished sheen had almost disappeared. I was sobbing so hard, breathless. Pearl-shaped tears started rolling down my cheeks. My dad was squeezed my hand, and I was squeezed his back.
Now I was 17, and determined for answers.
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Letters from the murder (ON HOLD)
Mystery / ThrillerLetters. More and more letters. Jelena is left devastated after the death of Stella. Her mother. Right after Jelena finds out Stella was murdered she hunts him down for revenge. Right after her 17th birthday, Jelena wonders who took her mother aw...
