ALEXA
The news of Oscar’s death shook me in ways that I never expected.
“He was gruesomely murdered in his apartment,” Noelle had told me.
Never did I expect that something like that would happen, and although he tried to hurt me, I still didn’t want him dead.
Arrested, yes, but certainly not dead.
“In his apartment?” I asked, shocked.
Before I left for my tour, Oscar was still in prison, and the legal arrangement was that I would file against Mark upon my return, so how did he get released?
“Who released him?” I asked Noelle and she shrugged.
“I am as clueless as you are, Alexa,” Noelle responded.
She only just got back into Paris as well, but I wanted to ask a lot of questions. My entire body was shaking with the news, and I wanted to know exactly what was going on.
“It seems to me like a lot has happened since I travelled,” I muttered.
“A whole lot more than you think, Alexa,” Noelle said. “Most of which are surprising to me as well when I read the blogs,” Noelle added, hinting at
