Mag-log inHer breathing became ragged, her whole body trembling. “It’s your fault too!” she cried. “You’re guilty! You’re one of the people who killed my mom!”
Outside the hospital room, a doctor had just arrived to check on her. Hearing the girl’s hoarse, desperate shouting, he stopped at the door.
Inside, Alfonso sat there, silent.
“Maybe your mother’s case isn’t as simple as it looks,” Asher said quietly. “Maybe she didn’t choose to end her life just because of depression and her illness.” He paused, then continued, more measured this time. “But the case has been closed for months. If it’s going to be reopened, there has to be new evidence.”He looked at her. “You were the one closest to her. You’re in the best position to investigate, to look into the things you’re expecting.” His lips pressed into a thin line before he added, “If one day you do find something… and if you’re willing to trust the police, then come to me.”Camila’s pupils shrank slightly. After a long moment, she said, “But you’re not a cop anymore.”Asher hesitated. Then he replied, “If you trust other officers, you can take the evidence straight to the police department and file a report.”It sounded like he had already decided to stay out of it. And yet, in the end, he still got involved.Not only that, he had said far more than he intended.
Camila was in terrible shape.She knelt on the ground, the soles of her feet smeared with mud and blood, yet she didn’t seem to feel any pain. She just stared blankly at a green leaf resting in her palm.Asher had already made up his mind, he wouldn’t get involved with her anymore.He remembered that decision now. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he pulled it away, frowned, and turned to leave.In the quiet surroundings, his footsteps were soft, almost unnoticeable, but Camila still heard them.Slowly, she lifted her head. It was just a casual glance at first, but her eyes landed on a tall, familiar figure walking away.Even from behind, she knew it was him.So even he didn’t care about her anymore?No… he must have seen her. And it was precisely because he saw her that he chose to leave. In his eyes, she must have become even worse, someone consumed by revenge, like a broken, dangerous person.He was a police officer. Of course he would hate her, for everything she had sa
Her breathing became ragged, her whole body trembling. “It’s your fault too!” she cried. “You’re guilty! You’re one of the people who killed my mom!”Outside the hospital room, a doctor had just arrived to check on her. Hearing the girl’s hoarse, desperate shouting, he stopped at the door.Inside, Alfonso sat there, silent.He didn’t defend himself.He let her hit him, blame him, vent everything she had held in for so long.Only after her emotions began to settle did he finally lift his head, his eyes filled with exhaustion.“I married Elsa… because I had no choice,” he said quietly.
On the wide stretch of green lawn lay a girl, young, pale, her skin almost blending into the white of her dress, standing in stark contrast against the grass beneath her.She lay there quietly, motionless.Dressed in white, she looked pure and fragile, like a piece of snow that had fallen out of place in the warmth of spring.Then, suddenly, a thin mist seemed to rise.The girl, who had been lying still with her eyes closed, opened them. Her gaze locked onto him, cold, sharp, filled with something dark and unbearable.“Why…? Why did you hurt me like that?!”Her voice rang out, not loud, but piercing, like a blade driven straight into the chest.Asher jerked upright in bed, his brows tightly furrowed as he looked around.It was a dream.He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.‘Why did I had dreamed about Camila? There was no reason for it.…Or was there?’And another question ran through his mind. ‘Was it because I hadn’t taken her to the hospital himself?’He pushed the tho
Camila struggled against his grip, furious. “Don’t play mind games with me. If you know something, then say it! If you can’t, then it’s just empty words meant to manipulate me!”Asher looked down at her stubborn face, her defiance still blazing despite how powerless she was in his grip.A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.“What I can tell you,” he said, “is that even if you really gain the power to expose what you believe is corruption, the only thing you’ll destroy is your own future as a journalist.”The weight of those words made her go still.Camila stared at him, stunned. “Why?” she asked after a long moment, her voice almost hollow. “Because the police in Seattle can cover everything up? You think nobody in this country can hold them accountable?”“It’s not that no one can hold them accountable,” Asher said, his voice measured and firm. “It’s that they didn’t do anything wrong. No matter how hard you try, you can’t force false charges onto innocent people.”He
When it came time to choose her college major, Camila already knew exactly what she wanted.Alfonso had wanted to offer his opinion, but every time he tried, he saw the distance in her eyes. She was so resistant to him now that she barely wanted to say more than a few words.In the end, he gave up.Maybe it was better this way. Whatever she chose, it was still her future.Even if the major didn’t lead to money or stability, it didn’t matter. He had more than enough to support her for the rest of her life if he had to.After submitting her college application, receiving her acceptance letter from UCLA, and confirming the start date, Camila finally allowed herself to breathe.The first part of her plan was complete. But before school started, there was still one more thing she needed to do.Asher hadn’t seen Camila in quite a while.Work had kept him busy, long shifts stacking into one another until he barely had time to think about anything outside the precinct. He had almost stopped w







