It was still raining like cats and dogs, as Arnold walked into her room alone, his shoes drenched in muddy rainwater but his clothes were surprisingly dry.
"I knew you'd come." Amanda was slumped at her desk, her brows creased and face tense. She asked him in her calm and collected voice, "What's up?"
"Nothing much," Arnold smiled and sat across the table, "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Yeah?" She replied and sat up straight to look him in the eye.
"I think you might have heard about that happened a couple of nights before in Los Angeles?"
"Yes... I did. I didn't know someone would do something so harsh to one of my family members. I was informed last night about it... the man whose locket was recovered was my brother... my blood..." Her head sank into her hands as she uttered those words, sniffing at irregular intervals.
