BERLIN, GERMANY
MRS. ROCHE (FIORELLA'S MOTHER)
I killed my daughter, and I killed her twice, but this time she died for real. I killed my daughter before I could even make things right with her; what am I even going to tell my husband? He was starting to regret the decisions that we have made in the past, and now I made the matters worse.
I have so many questions, and I am not even sure how we are going to find the answers. But my main question is how did they find each other? Where was Jasmine all this time?
I stare at the photo of two graves with tombs. One had my daughter’s initials and her face – her real face.
In Memory of
J.C Roche…
“Oh, how I miss you my Jasmine Catriona Roche,” I cry, looking at the image sent to me. “I am so sorry, my sweetheart, please forgive me,”
