Her scream follows the birds flying out from the nest, as we hear the scream from a wife named Andriana Belle Decker.
Middle of nowhere road. She got a call through someone's cell phones. It was a police officer who answered it and told her there's an accident involving her husband. The police found her number from Gibson cellphones, while she was on vacation with Craig.
The police found Gibson's dead body not far from the truck that caused him to be thrown out when the truck exploded and someone beside him had a completely unrecognizable face.
Belle doesn't know the body belongs to Veronica Bilson, the art teacher from her school where she studies.
The truck explodes while Veronica is still inside it. So, we know Gibson tried to kill her and yet involved her. To protect Belle. He will do anything for his only wife he'd loved for the rest of his life.
The coroner arrived, after that took Gibson's body and Veronica's back to the morgue. She followed the van behind with Craig. She can't stop crying over his dead body. Something is unreal, she wants to know how it happened.
Was this suicide? His own suicide, guilty with his own. Thought they're happy but no. Something is bothering inside her head.
Hours later as Belle and Craig waited outside the morgue, the doctor asked Belle to identify the corpse if it was Gibson or not. And yes there he is, laying cold inside the mortuary freezer, no breathing, his skin cold and white.
Victor Gibson confirmed dead at the age of twenty six years old. Her knee is weak, and about to faint again. Craig holds her still, she leans to him and cries.
"I'm sorry for your loss. His death is very tragic. Do you know who this person is beside him?"
Ask the doctor as he slides out the body next to Gibson. "Female? We still can't identify her because she is 95% burned and we still await her DNA report from the autopsy. Then we know who this body belongs to".
Craig looked down at Belle, she had no response at all.
"I understand. I'm not forcing. Whether is suicide or not. This man knew everything before the accident took place".
The doctor stares at Belle. "Is he your brother?"
"Yes". Said Craig. "This dead man is her husband actually. Friend of mine. We're on vacation because he asked to. Trip. He didn't say anything after that".
He lied. Of course he knew, Gibson told him before it happened.
The doctor, curious, said. "Husband? She is too young to be a wife".
"Family arrangement. Both sides. Who's gonna stop, neither can't I".
The doctor nodded. "That's fine. Soon, we get the report from the autopsy, then we know what the cause of these two deaths was. Before the burn or after the burn". The doctor smiled. "I leave you here".
The doctor left the room, so did Craig. Now, Belle alone inside the morgue room. She studies his face for the last time, her tears dropping on his white cheek.
Her hand caresses his face.
"At last isn't it?" Chuckled. "You really left me for your own guilt. I'd never want to call you my husband, and now you left me _ husband. Finally you did, thought I'm the one who will leave you but no. You ask me to stay, I'll stay".
Sighing, she spoke back. "There's a reason why you did this and I don't care who the person beside you is. Because I know you did with a reason to protect me, you always said that you always protect me. You do your job, Husband. You did until your last breath".
No word she wanted to say to Gibson, all the memories she shared with him were buried inside her heart and him. Dead in happiness. She leans down and gives him a last kiss on his lips, even though it's cold.
Heavily breathing, she slowly backed away and out of the room. She met Craig and the doctor beside him.
"Due respect Mrs?"
"Gibson. Andriana Belle Gibson".
Town of Garnett. Cemetery. Day. Hills, trees. Blue sky and green grass. A nice place to be buried, no one attended Gibson funeral, just the two people he knew. His wife, Belle and Craig Allen. Wearing black, both are seated by themselves at the front. Gather before an open grave, the steel casket poised and waiting above the void.
Belle sits next to him, hands in her lap.
... ๐๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฒ๐ฐ ๐๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ก๐ฐ ...
She and Craig bow their heads.
Later that day, they two arrive at what Gibson always called it _ a home. A home she had shared with him for the rest of his life. She sat on the floor while Craig went to the kitchen. He brings a cold drink for her and wine for him. He too sat on the floor facing her.
He felt guilty for keeping a secret from her. Not until this.
"Belle?"
She looked up at him. "Something Gibson wanted to give you before he died ''. His hand slipped inside his pocket, then hand her a letter he promised to give.
"I know you'll be thinking and all is messed up. You try to find an answer. This _ " He pointed at the letter. "This is the answer of your answer, everything you need it's all in this letter. Your husband wants you to read it".
He rose up. "If you need anything, you'll find me outside of the house".
She watched him reach the knob, swung the door open and closed it behind. Her eyes look back down at the letter Craig gave her. Gently she opened the envelope and read.
๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐พ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ,
๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ถ๐น๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฎ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ช๐พ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ซ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ ๐ซ๐ช๐ญ ๐ป๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ ๐ญ๐ช๐. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ช๐พ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต ๐ผ๐พ๐ท๐ป๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ ๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ด ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ๐ผ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ผ๐พ๐น๐น๐ธ๐ป๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐๐ช๐. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ ๐ณ๐ธ๐. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ช ๐บ๐พ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท. ๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ผ, ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ถ๐ฒ๐ต๐. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ด๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ. ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป.
She wiped her tears, she read another letter.
๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ,
๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต๐ผ๐ธ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ. ๐ฆ๐ฎ, ๐ถ๐ ๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ, ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ช ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ, ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ธ๐พ๐น๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐บ๐พ๐ช๐ต ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ช๐. ๐ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ญ ๐ช ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ๐ธ๐ท, ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ช๐ต, ๐ด๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ช๐ถ๐ช๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ต๐พ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ช๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ด๐ฒ๐ญ๐ผ. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ด ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐, ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ.
Two letters she had read and it's all about his confession, his love toward her. He's happy, she's happy. Now, she reads the third letter after two, the third letter will reveal everything.
๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต๐ฎ,
๐ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ช๐ญ๐ต๐. ๐๐ฝ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐น๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ท๐ธ๐ป ๐ถ๐ ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ธ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ ๐ถ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ, ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ผ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ฝ.
Belle looked up from the letter, her face frowned. ๐โ๐๐ก โ๐'๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐? She looked down on the letter.
๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ, ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ, ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ท๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ช ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ผ๐ธ๐ท. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ช๐ป๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป.
She looked up from the letter again, her eyes widened. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐โ๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐!
๐ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐น๐พ๐ซ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฌ. ๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ช๐พ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ, ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ต๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ญ๐พ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป. ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ท๐ช๐น ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ป๐พ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฌ๐ป๐ ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท. ๐๐ท๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ.
She scoffs, said. "Yeah, you did".
๐๐ช๐ฑ๐ช. ๐๐ถ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป๐ป๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ถ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ญ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ฝ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ข๐ฒ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฒ๐ท, ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป. ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐๐ธ๐พ. ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐พ๐ผ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ป๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ฝ. ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฝ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต. ๐๐ธ๐, ๐'๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ. ๐ข๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ.
She wiped her tears. Hard to continue.
๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ, ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ป๐ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐น๐. ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ฝ. ๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ๐ด ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ, ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ๐ด ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐๐ช๐ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐น๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ฑ๐ธ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐. ๐ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ช๐พ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐ป๐ฒ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ ๐ช ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ.
๐๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ ๐ถ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท. ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ถ๐ถ๐ช ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ช๐ท, ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป. ๐ ๐น๐พ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฎ๐'๐ผ ๐ธ๐ท๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท ๐ธ๐ท ๐ญ๐ธ๐๐ท๐ผ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ช๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐พ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท. ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐๐ช๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ธ๐๐ฏ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ธ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐ช๐ท.
๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐น๐ต๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ. ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ. ๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ. ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ต, ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ผ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ.
๐ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐,๐๐ธ๐ญ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ท, ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ญ. ๐'๐ช๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ช๐ผ๐ด๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ธ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ.
๐'๐ช๐ถ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐'๐ช๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ.
๐๐ธ๐ป ๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐ท. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ. ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป ๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ.
๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ต๐๐ช๐๐ผ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป. ๐ข๐ธ ๐ต๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ ... ๐๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ.
๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐๐พ๐ผ๐ซ๐ช๐ท๐ญ,๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐ผ๐ธ๐ท.
She dropped the letter on her lap. Her tears began to flood the entire house. She screamed top out of her lungs. Craig hears her from the outside. He too wiped his own tears, sadly that he lost the only brother he had even not by blood.
Victor Gibson still has his family no matter how bad he is when he's alive.
Later that evening. She doesn't know that she fell asleep on the carpet with Gibson's handwritten letter she held in her arm. Her eyes are swollen, tired and heavy. She glanced up at the wall where the clock was hanging.
4.45pm in the evening. She gently leaned her back and closed her eyes again. She forgot about Craig Allen.
Where is he anyway? Where he is that she needs him with her.
About that moment. She hears someone ringing the doorbell, gently she's up. Then walk toward the door with her tired eyes.
"I'm coming". She muttered. "Who is it?!"
She asks as she walks. Reaching the knob, swung the door open, revealing who rang the doorbell. She shocked back away from that door. Her eyes open wider almost out from her socket.
She cannot believe what she sees right now. She cried. A person that she really really needs in her life. The person who raised her, loved her and taught her became a perfect girl.
๐๐๐ ... ๐ท๐๐ ...?