It had been two days since the funeral, and everything seemed to be shrouded in silence for Astrid.
She spent most of her time in her room, clutching her late mother's scarf and crying uncontrollably.
No matter how hard they tried to console her, she just couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness.
She had been told that the CCTV footage from the day of her mother's death had been faulty, and despite their best efforts, they couldn't retrieve it.
Rowan had also denied any involvement, but he had paid his respects to her late mother.
Just as Astrid was lost in her thoughts, she heard a knock on the door. She didn't respond, hoping that the person would go away. But the knocking persisted, and eventually, the door creaked open.
"Astrid..." a familiar voice called out.
Astrid looked up to see Julian standing in the doorway, a somber expression on his face.
