Who is she?

She wanted to touch the gun, but then she remembered that not all things should be touched. If someone was killed with that gun and she touched it, they might think she killed the person because her fingerprints was found.

"What is wrong with Skylar?"

 She brought out her phone, dialed Skylar's number, Skylar picked at the second ring. 

"What is this for?" She asked, angrily. "Why the fuck did you send me a gun?".

"I was about to call. It isn't a real gun, it's a toy. I switched the gifts by mistake, the one with you belongs to my son" She informed. 

"Your son?" Beatrice asked. Drum playing in her heart, as it was beating fast.

Could it be that?

"My sister's son, it's his birthday today, and he's also like my son. I wouldn't be so stupid not to take drugs after having sex with Brandon" Wherever Skylar was, Beatrice knew she rolled her eyes at the last sentence.

'Phew' She let out a breath she was holding. "Then h