Tristan was stupefied after the video ended. He was unsatisfied. He wanted to see the face of that evil. He wanted to know who she was!
He aggressively scrolled the screen down many times—hoping there was another video next to it. But, none. It was the last video.
"What. What. Why there's nothing?! Why?!" He was still scrolling down the files. "I want to see her face! Who is she?! WHO IS THAT KILLER!"
"That's enough. That's enough," Trish tried to cease him but, he wouldn't stop scrolling.
"Tristan!" Trish held his hand and got the phone. Her brows were knitted in worry while staring at her frantic brother. "Enough, Tristan. Calm down."
"Calm down?! Did you watch what that bullshit did to her?!"
"Yes. I know. I saw. But, you should calm down!" Trish gripped his hands which pacified his raging emotion a bit. "We will know who she was. But, not now. Not yet."
"She was right, Tristan. Calm down first," Amber supported. Tristan just averted his gaze and glared at his foot.
