Who killed the kitchen staff?
Where is the real Leo all this time? AND………..
All those were my frequently asked questions along with my mourning. I know that I cannot just mourn for my lost child, but also have to deal with a lot of digging to do to finish this mystery as fast as possible so I can give the kind of life my living daughter deserves.
Wiping off my tears using the back of my hand, I braced and pulled myself together as I lifted myself to sit on the bed with my back leaning on the headboard.
The C-section that was made to deliver the babies, and the gunshot wound in my shoulder blade were all aching like hell. But I must not let this all hinder me from doing something about this life battle I am in.
This is no longer about me and the grudge I hold about my mother’s deat
