جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

I'm waiting outside the police station for my parents to come out. I have a small packet of tissues in my pocket, the kind you carry when you're not feeling well. There's also a big tissue box in Dad's car on Azura's seat. Our family SUV is the only vehicle in the small parking lot. You'd expect a busy police station, but in our peaceful hometown of Palawan, crime is rare. Then my sister passed away. The police are looking into her death, even though it seems like she took her own life. They're following the rules, so they called my parents to get more details before releasing her body. When the glass door opens, my mother rushes out of the station. I go to get the tissue box. She takes my hands and dabs her eyes. My father is talking to the detective in charge of Azura's case. "Mom," I start to say, but she hugs me and stops me from talking. Her tears wet my t-shirt. I try not to cry. She lets go, cups my cheek, and whispers, "It's over." She smiles, but I'm not sure why. We all

I put on Azura's old black dress because I don't have any black clothes of my own. Black was always her choice, reflecting her rebellious grunge style. The dress is a vintage 1950s pencil design that used to fit her perfectly and accentuate her curves. It's a bit snug on me and falls a few inches below my knees, but it still looks good. My mom, from the doorway, smiles at me and suggests, "She'd want you to wear it with her favorite shoes." I glance at the black ballet flats on my feet and reply, "Yeah, she'd love to see me trip and fall at her own funeral." My mom chuckles, but there's a strange tension in her expression. I've seen that look on my parents' faces too often, and I fear they'll bury themselves in work before Azura's coffin is even lowered into the ground. I hope they don't make me go along with them. If I'm lucky, they'll leave me at the dock to keep watch. The place already has a manager who could use extra help. I'd gladly quit my current job if it means staying. M

After my encounter with Laurel, I decided to skip the library. Most lunch breaks were spent eating in my car. Eventually, Ahren discovered my hiding spot, and he started joining me there from time to time. He's a good friend, but sometimes, I yearn for solitude. I just wish he'd give me some space. Zaven walks into the room and comments, "Alora, you're early," as he places his bag against the wall. "Yeah, since I haven't been doing much at home, I thought I'd start stretching early." He approaches the ballet barre and begins preparing. I reach down one more time to touch my toes before lifting my leg and resting it against the barre. I mentally count before bending forward and resting against my thigh. I'm relieved that I haven't run into Lucien again. He remains a mystery, and I'm still trying to decipher his connection to Detective Dristan. Lucien doesn't appear to have many problems, so Detective Dristan must know him well. Lucien mentioned they might be family. Zaven places a

"Alora." "Azura," I mumble as I turn over and open my eyes. It's chilly. The tip of my nose feels numb, and my breath moistens my lips. As I wake up and realize I'm not in bed, I scramble to my feet. I'm in a forested area, and I reach out to touch wet leaves and branches, which feel frigid beneath my fingers. Somewhere deep in the woods, a voice calls my name. "Azura?" Silence. The pine trees remain silent. I push up onto my hands and knees and glance back. I'm not far from our house, just a mile into the dense forest behind our home. Moonlight bathes everything around me, casting a brightness akin to daylight. It's almost blinding, so I shield my eyes and scan the area, trying to figure out the way home. A loud snap sounds from behind me. Birds scatter as the bushes rustle. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my palms into the ground. I have an urge to remain as still as possible, as though I could hide my head under my arms and pretend I'm somewhere else entirely, somewhere not

I've finally finished reading the books Dorothy gave me, which were initially intended for my sister, Azura. The content of these books doesn't seem unusual to me. The only one related to alternative medicine is the herbology book; the rest are primarily plant catalogs and care guides. I've returned all the books and now find myself sitting in Azura's room, staring at her bookshelf. It's filled with her favorite romance and fantasy novels. My sister was an avid theater enthusiast, and her shelves were packed with plays and musicals. However, there's nothing about plants, magic, or herbs. She never mentioned the box she left for me or the journal I found. My phone rings, and I see Detective Dristan's name on the caller ID. I let it ring. Since the day I met Lucien and Laurel in the nursery, Detective Dristan informed my parents that Azura's room was no longer considered a crime scene, suggesting that murder was no longer the suspected cause of death. I'm angry at him. I never returne