Chapter 42. Krystal’s Memories

No one spoke since our arrival here. I just stared at the large frame still covered in white cloth, my mind in turmoil. It's been about thirty minutes, I think, since we got here. In the room where I intentionally placed everything related to an Antonie Nelson. One of the rooms in my apartment.

Even on the journey back to New York City, I chose to remain silent. I didn't know what to do and it feels... I can't think clearly at all. Besides being overwhelming, I believe unraveling all this information requires more thought. I don't want to rush. I'm just an ordinary woman still struggling with the past. What I want now is simple; for Phillip to receive fitting punishment for what he did.

I slowly lower the curtain covering this large frame. All those sweet memories come rushing back. His smile. His laughter. His words. Even his simple praises to me, echo perfectly. "His name is Antonie Nelson. My fiancé."

Andrew blinks slowly, his lips parting slightly, repeatedly g