'We only heard gunshots; he probably did not kill anyone.' I said.
After the conversation with them, I began remembering my life at home. I remembered all my drawings. I missed them because they were my mean of releasing anger.
I remembered Amy. Amy was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. She was a good listener and all her advice made me feel better.
I also remembered Uncle Ray. the time I spent with him was bliss. He had been a good father figure to me. He made me feel loved and seen.
There was nothing to keep us busy in the room, I wondered how Amber coped when she was alone. She must have been bored out of her mind.
'How did you cope when we weren't here?' I asked Amber.
'It was hard. Very hard. I kept praying for someone to fall into Jacob's trap and I understand that was selfish of me but I was very desperate. I'm sorry.' She responded.
