Chapter 213. Farewell, Amanda

I couldn't believe it! 

 Yesterday morning, my mother and I were talking and she was telling me how much she is in great shape. Her treatment was going well and she was looking forward to meeting her first grandchild.

 It's not possible, she can't be in that crate, her body cold and lifeless. 

 It's impossible.

 But yet it is not Cécile's lamentations, Mr. Victor's complaints, and Jeanne's tears that can say the opposite.

 My mother, Amanda Clark, is dead. She was murdered by someone inside her company. I can't believe it as I walk towards her body. My vision is blurry from the tears I know are streaming down my face as my surroundings are cloudy. I feel like I'm going to fall, I had only just met her, and it wasn't always nice but we managed to overcome our pasts, I wanted... I don't know… It was far too soon for her to leave us. I felt Michael behind me as he held me down. I couldn't even stand up because the pain wa