PAIN BEHIND THE BEAUTIFUL FACE
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Amahle's pov
The officer's words were like a balm to my soul. For the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I would finally get justice for my mother's murder.
As the police officers continued to ask me questions and take notes, I couldn't help but think about Xolani. Where was he now? Was he still in South Africa, or had he fled the country?
I knew that I had to be careful. Xolani was a monster, and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. But I was determined to face him, to make him pay for what he had done.
The police officers finally left, promising to increase patrols around our house and to do everything they could to catch Xolani.
As the door closed behind them, my father turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "We'll get through this, Amahle," he whispered. "I promise."
I hugged him back, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for this man who had taken me in and raised me as his own.
But as we pulled back and looked at each other, I knew that we were far from safe. Xolani was still out there, and he would stop at nothing to get to me.