Amanda Smith cried in a daze for a long time, until finally, when she stopped, the sky had already begun to lighten.
The hazy light shone in through the window as she sat on the bed, feeling her body growing colder and colder.
Lyric Willow looked on with concern beside her, as if afraid that she would faint.
Amanda Smith wiped away the tears on her face with her ice-cold hand; she slowly calmed down from the huge shock but still refused to believe the words Lyric Willow had said.
She remembered how Mr. Johnson had always treated her with affection in the past, which had genuinely seemed like the love an old man would have for his granddaughter, with no sign of falsehood.
Could that too have been guilt?
She couldn't understand, nor could she comprehend how things had suddenly come to this. Mr. Johnson was already dead, and she had no one left to ask.
She didn't know whom to trust.
