"You sure you wanna know that, kiddo?" Lena asked.
I didn’t know what to say or how to feel about that question. I had come all this way because I needed to know what got Mom so worried that she had to bring me back to Rosevale.
Honestly, I don’t know what I have been doing. I have never once felt close to my parents since they died. I just blocked them off because it hurts so much.
It started subconsciously at first. I stopped my ballet, I turned the picture frames the other way, and tried to erase them. It was a cruel action, but it helped process the pain in a way.
Gramps and Granny tried to keep their spirits alive however they could, but even they needed time to grieve, and just like that, we didn’t talk about them anymore. We never forgot, but we chose silence.
Despite everything, I was glad Gramps came to me. It meant we were all healing.
"Yes," I replied. "I want to. I need to."
She inhaled before pushing to stand. My eyes followed her movement until she disappeared into the other room.
I used my nail against the other as the passing seconds made me uneasy. Lena was back with a brown portfolio. Pressing her hand against the armrest, she sat down, not meeting my eyes for a second before she spoke.
"I won’t sugarcoat it, kiddo."
"Don’t."
Lena nodded before she began. "She was working on a case on the Kings. Elias King, to be specific. There was a string of murders going on, a gang war or something, and many innocent lives were being caught in all the mess. I was assigned to something else, so Hannah took it upon herself to work the case."
Then her expression turned into rage. "She got too close to places she shouldn’t stick her nose in, asking questions, getting attention that she might be onto something enough to pin Elias King for murder. And then..."
My heart dropped.
Lena took out pictures from the portfolio.
"The last I heard from her, she was making a family road trip back to her hometown. She must have gotten worried or sensed something was wrong. I don’t know what happened after that, but I think they were on their way back when it happened."
She dropped the pictures on the table and spread them out for me to see.
"I went to the car crash site and believe me that wasn’t a failed break or anything, the damage was too great and cruel..." Tears slipped down her lashes, and her voice cracked. "The truck crushed the entire thing, everything was just..."
She clenched her teeth. "I knew for damn sure Elias King ordered a hit on Hannah, but there was no proof, and nothing was traced back to him. I checked the site many times, and I tell you, nothing was wrong with the car, and that truck had no plate, like it was stolen to get the job done. The driver? He was charged, but that was it..."

"The Kings. They are a disease to this city, and Lord knows I would have gotten out, but just like everyone, I’m cursed here. Your mother was a good woman; she only wanted to protect the innocent, but good ones don’t last."
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