A Murderer's Luck
With blood dripping like a spilled wine.
Despite the numerous misfortunes she experienced, and having murderers as parents, it was the first time she had ever seen an actual corpse.
“Alice, let’s go.”
She could not help but wonder whether her parents felt this way when they killed the Roccos.
Were they haunted in their sleep for killing two innocent brothers? Did the image of the corpses ever leave their mind?
Alice was certain that this sight would forever be etched in hers.
“Al.” A soft, warm hand enveloped Alice’s, distracting her from the corpse sprawled in front. She even felt Thomas quickly squeezing their intertwined fingers, making her heart thump against her chest wildly.