It was already Mid-Autumn, and the evening breeze was cool.
Forsythia Brown wrapped herself in a coat and stepped out of the black tea shop, walking towards the bus station.
There was a bright moon in the sky, and a lone figure on the ground. Walking within her own shadow, Forsythia suddenly felt a bit desolate. Though she had just seen the look of shock and horror on Eleanor Spencer Atkinson's face, but...
During her time in prison, she had thought deeply about it. If one were to exclude the coincidence of the incident with Norma Ruby, then the three people involved in the case at the time all deserved suspicion.
Her, Norma Ruby, and the witness Eleanor Spencer Atkinson.
As for herself, she knew she hadn't done that inhumane act.
