I returned home, feeling as if I had lost my soul along the way. However, when I used the spare key hidden beneath the doormat to unlock the door, I was left utterly stunned. There, seated calmly on the couch, was Linda. I had no idea how she had managed to enter.With a sudden smile, Linda remarked, "Kathryn, you haven't changed a bit, still keeping your keys under the doormat."It was a habit I had shared with her back when we used to share a bed. I asked her coldly, "What brings you here?"She stood up, walked towards me, and suddenly knelt in front of me, pleading, "Kathryn, I've come to ask for your help."She wanted me to alter my testimony, to claim that Lucy had fainted and hit her head on a stone by herself. I shouted firmly, "Why should I?"She replied, "Lucy deserved to die. Even if her brains splattered, it's her own fault. This testimony will benefit both of us."I responded with a cold tone, "So, you can avoid being arrested, isn’t it?"She looked at me and abruptl

After Trevis was incarcerated, my life felt devoid of hope, and I skipped classes for several days. Each day was spent in a daze, staring at the ceiling while reminiscing about Trevis still being at home.One day, I received a phone call from Trevis's employer. He informed me that Trevis had left some belongings at work and asked me to collect them. Upon entering the restaurant, the boss handed me a few thousand dollars, explaining that it was Trevis's salary for his final month of work. I knew that Trevis hadn't worked the entire month, but his boss insisted on paying him in full.Watching the faint sense of saddness in his eyes, I felt a pang in my heart. Trevis had worked so hard to get his life back on track, but now, it had all fallen apart.While gathering Trevis's belongings from his locker, I noticed a letter there. Initially, I had no intention of opening it, but the boss mentioned that it was a letter Trevis had written in prison, intended to be handed to me. With

As I finished reading the letter, tears had already soaked the pages. I gathered Trevis’s belongings and took them back home, hardly sparing a glance at the string of numbers on the back. My dear Trevis, you were so clever, and I'm sure you knew the saying: "Home is where the heart is." The place where my heart found peace was my true home. So, I didn't want to leave.But even though I wished for that, I couldn't resist when that family came knocking at my door. On my way home from school that day, a woman blocked my path. The moment she saw me, tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed to hug me. She called my name and claimed to be my real mother. I stood frozen in place, facing this unfamiliar woman, unable to utter the word "mom."In the evening, I called Trevis and told him about the situation, expressing my reluctance to go home. But Trevis insisted that I was still young, and I needed someone to take care of me. What if something happened when he wasn't aro

I quickly reached my senior year of high school. During this year, I dedicated myself to my studies, immersing myself in textbooks. Some of my classmates were privy to certain secrets and would occasionally gossip, but I paid them no mind.I kept Trevis' photo tucked inside the inner pocket of my wallet, and whenever I felt utterly drained from the demands of senior year, I would steal a fleeting glance at it.Even amidst the busyness of senior year, I managed to send Trevis many letters. Almost every letter received a response from him. He was more concerned about my relationship with my family. To spare him from worrying, I would vaguely reply that everything was fine.But in reality, once they found out I could earn money through writing, they seized my bank card. Moreover, throughout my entire senior year, I didn't receive a single word of comfort. A year later, I secured a place at Harvard with the highest grades in the entire school.When I received my acceptance letter, I co

I had a complete falling out with my family. When I left, my younger brother kicked over a chair in anger, and my dad smashed the TV. They yelled, "If you want to go, just go, and never come back to this house!"My mom cried, saying, "Kathryn, we're doing this for your own good. He’s just a murderer…”But if it weren't for him, I might have died in my early teens. Without looking back, I left home and found a random motel to stay in.As the start of the school year approached, I packed my bags and headed to Harvard alone. In college, I was always incredibly busy. Busy with my studies, busy making money. I always thought about saving up enough money as soon as possible so that one day, when I found Trevis, he wouldn't have to struggle for a living anymore.One day during my junior year of college, I took a leave of absence and returned to Anglos City.It was supposed to be the day Trevis got released from prison. I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the priso