Chapter 87. For You

《 Shirley 》

I hunched over the window seat of my former bedroom, staring at the rain hitting the thick glass, tears whirling down my cheeks.

The sky was murky and cloudy as if it was mourning like me. I could see specks of blue lights from the second floor, the sirens going off without any restraint, constantly reminding me that a murder had occurred downstairs—the murder of my mother.

It wasn't until around two in the morning that the police cars had left, finally letting silence fall over. I was ultimately able to reminisce about the sweet memories with my mom, letting myself divulge into my own bubble until my phone jingled.

I pressed the power button, letting the screen light up. Instant rage took over me as the once-adored face flashed on the screen—the photo of me and Dylan in the twilight of that amusement park date was my lock screen wallpaper—and I whacked my phone on the floor, smashing it into millions of pieces.

I didn't know what it was,